Rissa’s POV

I don’t move.

Not when the Hunters close in again. Not when the air tightens with the promise of violence. Not even when Teresa takes another slow step forward, her gaze locked on me like she already knows how this ends.

For the first time since this began…

I hold my ground.

Mark shifts slightly beside me, his presence solid, unwavering. I can feel the tension rolling off him, controlled but ready to snap.

“Rissa,” he says low, without looking at me. “Tell me ...