Teressa’s POV

I’ve watched her for days now.

Moving from one ruined town to the next, holding that same stubbornness in her stride, the same misplaced courage that once made everyone believe she was destined for greatness.

Rissa always walked as if she belonged to the light. But I knew better. She was born from the same shadow as I was. She just pretended not to see it.

From the ridge above the valley, I could see their campfire faintly glowing through the trees. Three figures. Rissa, ...