Maya didn’t remember falling asleep. One moment she was staring at the ceiling, promising herself she wouldn’t let them break her, and the next she was waking to the sound of quiet knocking.

She blinked, exhausted, her whole body sore. “Come in,” she said.

The door opened, and Jax stepped inside. Not Penelope. Not Elias. Jax.

Maya sat up too fast, wincing as pain shot through her arms. “What do you want?”

His expression didn’t change. Calm, unreadable. “You didn’t eat ...