Raking a hand through his hair, Bruce turned toward the stairs—and froze.

Maya stood there, her face eerily void of any emotion.

“Maya…” he began, startled.

“What’s going on?” she asked quietly. “Was that Lisa?”

She lifted a hand to her head, wincing. It still ached badly. She didn’t think the aftereffect of Meret's growl would hurt this much. She was supposed to heal from it but she wasn’t.

And sleeping was hard due to the noise she kept hearing. Her brain couldn’t ...