Rissa's POV

The night pressed close and cold, thick with silence and shadows that wrapped around me like a cloak.

Eamon’s steady presence beside me was an anchor I didn’t know I needed, and I felt safe in his hands for now. His calm steadied the storm inside the fear, the rage, the fire still tearing through me from all I’d seen, all I’d become."

We moved carefully through the forest, where branches arched above like the fingers of sleeping giants. The air hung thick, damp with ...