Rissa’s POV

The moment Teresa says it, the cavern changes.

Not physically.

Not at first.

But the feeling in the air becomes heavier.

Like the entire world has inhaled and forgotten how to breathe out.

My hand moves instinctively to my stomach.

Protective.

Terrified.

"No," I whisper.

The word feels small.

Meaningless.

The silver light pulsing through the cavern walls grows brighter.

The fractures spread farther across the stone, branching outward like roots searching for ...