Maya's POV

"Let him go," I told them quickly, panting, stepping in beside Theresa. "Please."

Regan and Andrew refused to move, though. Their eyes were still on him, and they kept closing the distance between them.

Tell us who told you to spy on Maya," Regan commanded, his tone as cold as ice.

The man let out a harsh snort of laughter. "You think I'm going to spill it, easy? I'm not a moron."

"You're not going anywhere," Andrew growled. "So talk.".

The man again flashed the knife, his eyes ...