Mark’s POV

The world narrows to her.

Not the Hunters.

Not Bram.

Not the blood spreading across the stone floor beneath Josh.

Just Rissa.

Pregnant.

The word keeps hitting me like a punch I never saw coming.

My child.

The thought lands hard in my chest.

So hard it almost knocks the breath out of me.

Another Hunter rushes toward us, and instinct takes over before thought can catch up. I grab him by the throat and slam him into the wall with enough force to crush bone.

He drops ...