Rissa's POVThe moment I move, Teresa is already smiling.

Like she has been waiting for this.

Like she knew I would choose this.

Power rises through me, sharp and controlled, threading through my veins with a precision I did not have before. It does not surge wildly. It listens.

I take another step toward her.

“Last chance,” I say. “Walk away.”

Teresa tilts her head, studying me like I am something new she has not decided how to use yet.

“You’ve been practicing,” she says ...