Maya’s jaw tightened.

“I just… grew to hate her too.”

Maya didn’t bother to look at Bruce. She didn’t want to see the shock on his face, didn’t want to witness his expression—though she could already feel it. She just needed to get everything off her chest before she found the courage to look him in the eye.

“And when he orchestrated her kidnapping,” she continued quietly, “I made it easier by supplying him with wolfsbane and some people I knew who didn't mind getting ...