Maya

　　I peer up at Finn while I'm busy taking off the bracelet from around his arm. Seeming to notice me staring, he tilts his head with a sweet, crooked smile. "What is on your mind?"

　　My lips part, but not a sound leaves my mouth. I can't possibly tell Finn the truth—that I've been a prisoner for too long and don't know where to go after this is over.

　　I want to be with Finn. He is a good friend, the only one I've ever had, and something warm and ...