Rissa's POV

The motel door rattled.

Not a knock. A deliberate shake, like someone testing the strength of it.

My breath caught. I was still curled in the scratchy blanket, my body slick with cold sweat. The remnants of last night's vision clung to me like smoke. I had not spoken of it. Not to Mark. Not even to myself.

But I felt the Knowing stir again, a silent ripple deep in my chest.

Danger.

I felt the presence that came with it.

I sat up, heart hammering. My bare feet pressed into the ...