Rissa’s POV

The cavern shakes hard enough to throw dust from the ceiling.

Silver light pulses through the fractures in the walls like veins beneath skin, spreading wider with every tremor.

And Teresa is smiling.

That scares me more than the cavern itself.

Mark steps further in front of me, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on her like he’s already calculating the fastest way to kill her if she moves wrong.

Josh stands slightly to the side, bleeding through his shirt, breathing unevenly, but ...