Maya's POV

I barely got any sleep. My eyes were shut for most of the night, but my mind refused to rest. Every creak, every gust of wind against the window sounded like a threat. It wasn't until around 4 a.m. that sleep finally claimed me, not out of peace, but exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes, the sun had already filtered through the curtains. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples and making a silent resolve.

These people, whoever they are, have followed me long enough. If I didn't act soon, ...