Jessica/Tessa pov.
“Something seems to be troubling you.”
Linda’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked and looked up at her. We were sitting across from each other in her small sitting room, a tray of untouched tea between us. It’s been a while since I last visited her after she came to our tribe. We’d grown pretty close, enough that she could read me too easily.
“Is it about her?” she asked softly.
I shook my head immediately. I knew she was talking about Ana. Everyone still tiptoed around her name. Even now, hearing it made my chest tighten. The nightmares came and went, but I’d learned to handle them—or at least pretend to.
“No,” I said quietly.
“Then why are you so worried?” she pressed.
I sighed and looked down at my hands, tracing the faint silver pattern near my wris
