Alma brings her hands down from her mouth, her expression shifting from shock to something more serious.
She sits up straighter, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my stomach twist.
"No one must hear about this," she says, her voice low and firm. "No one."
Cassidy, ever the one to lighten the mood, chimes in with a smirk. "Obviously. It'll put an Eden target on her head." She leans back on the couch, her arms crossed, but her attempt at humor falls flat.
Alma doesn't even crack a smile.
Instead, her gaze hardens, and she leans forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.