Mark’s POV

I know the second something changes.

The bond between us has never been simple. It came late, sharp and unexpected, after too much blood and too many mistakes. But once it formed, I learned the shape of her presence.

Rissa feels like stormlight held behind glass.

Now that light flickers.

I stop mid-step in the middle of the ravine trail.

Josh nearly walks into my back.

“What the hell are you doing?” he snaps.

I don’t answer.

My chest tightens.

There it is again.

A pulse of ...