Rissa’s POV

The moment I turn the corner, I disappear.

Not completely.

Not in the way they want me to.

But enough.

I pull the power inward, tightening it close to my skin, dulling the ripple it sends through the air. The street ahead is narrow, broken, lined with empty buildings that lean like they are tired of standing.

Perfect.

I slow my pace.

Not because I want to.

Because I need to think.

Boots thunder past the intersection behind me.

“They went this way!”

Wrong.

I press ...