Maya's POV

I sat there in silence, staring blankly at the framed photo I'd just seen on Rowan's wall. My heart thudded quietly as my thoughts twisted in on themselves.

Two criminals had been in my house. Not strangers or vague shadows, but people who had sat at the same dinner table. And now that I know more about them, about everything, I was even more terrified than before.

Why were they stalking me?

My palms were damp with sweat as I tried to shake the thought, but it clung to me like a ...