Rissa’s POV

The moment my blood hits the ground, everything listens.

Not the Hunters.

Not Mark.

Something else.

Something deeper.

The shadows stop moving, but they are not gone. They are waiting.

Waiting for me.

My heart is racing, but it does not feel like fear. It feels like recognition. Like something on the other side of that Door just became aware of me.

Of us.

“Rissa.”

Mark’s voice cuts through the noise.

Close. Steady. Real.

He steps in front of me, his body ...