Rissa’s POV

The storm gets worse after sunset.

Rain lashes against the chapel walls hard enough to shake loose dust from the cracked ceiling. Thunder rolls across the forest in long, violent waves, and every sound makes my nerves tighten.

Maybe because now there is more to lose.

Or maybe because Mark knows.

I still feel the weight of it in the air between us.

Not awkward.

Not distant.

Just real.

Dangerously real.

The fire near the center of the ruined chapel burns low, throwing ...