Rissa’s POV

The eyes were silver.

Not glowing like the altar had glowed. Not shining like fire.

They were silver the way the moon is silver. Cold. Endless. Reflective.

And they were looking directly at me.

Everything in my body locked.

Mark shifted in front of me again, instinct faster than thought. His shoulders squared, his stance widening slightly, placing himself between me and the thing that had risen from the shattered altar.

Josh did not move in front.

He stepped to my other ...