She was looking directly at them. Lisa stiffened, breath caught in her throat. The lion’s golden eyes locked onto the trees then onto them with an eerie stillness, like she saw through the leaves, through the silence, through everything. Her ears twitched once. Her pupils narrowed.
Caleb cursed under his breath. “She knows we’re here.” Lisa’s skin went cold. “What?” “She’s not guessing. She’s watching us.” The lion didn’t move. Not yet. But her tail flicked, low and slow. A warning. Nina shifted in the hollow, but the lion didn’t look down. Her gaze stayed fixed on the trees. On them.