Mark’s POV

Rissa hadn’t said a word since we left the garden.

She sat on the edge of the mattress, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap like she was trying to hold herself together.

The dim light spilling in from the hall reached only half her face, leaving the rest in shadow. Even in the darkness, I could see the sharp set of her jaw. I couldn’t tell if it was defiance or if she was just holding something back.

I stood by the door longer than I should have, not sure where ...