MAYA'S POV.

Maddox withdraws two swords from the rack hanging against the wall. He throws one at me.

I raise my hands and clumsily catch it, adjusting my trembling fingers around the handle.

Maddox doesn't move. He just stares at me. Then puts the sword in his folded palms behind his back.

I mimick him, hiding the sword at my back too.

He walks to the right, closer to me. I walk to the left, further away.

He moves again. I move ...