Lucas's POV

The underground prison reeks of silver and ash after Maya's exorcism, Casper's empty restraints still smoking on the metal table. Relief floods through me as I pull Moira closer—it's over. The demon bastard is finally destroyed.

But Maya hasn't relaxed. She stands rigid beside the smoking restraints, her face tense as she stares at something I can't see. The silver light around her fingers hasn't faded like it should have.

"Maya?" ...