SERENA'S POV
The sun went down behind the mountains, but I didn't leave the yard. The air turned freezing cold, turning my breath into white puffs of smoke. My ribs still ached, and my legs felt heavy from standing on the frozen dirt all afternoon, but I didn't care.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Sienna locked in a room at the Cross compound. I saw Damon's cold eyes. I saw war trucks lined up on the border river.
"Again," I said, wiping sweat from my forehead. Declan stood five paces away, holding two heavy wooden practice batons. He tossed one of them toward my feet. I bent down and scooped it up off the dirt. The wood was rough against my palms.
"Standing still with your eyes closed is easy," Declan said, circling me slowly. "Any human can close their eyes and listen. Doing it w
