Maya's POV

I had woken up just before we landed, but I refused to move. I kept my eyes shut and my breathing even, pretending to be asleep. Damien’s scent clung to me, heavy and unmistakable. I didn’t need anyone to tell me, he had held me. And I was almost certain he had kissed me, too. The urge to scrub my mouth raw was a clear enough sign.

We were in a vehicle now, and I could sense his presence close by. I didn’t dare open my eyes. I could feel him watching me, waiting. If he knew I ...