MAYA'S POV

"No, no, they can't kill me." I shake my head and stare at my hands. I'm shaking badly, and my sigil is glowing. I catch a reflection of myself in the mirror and my hair is changing with colors, fiery autumn and dark chestnut. I'm about to lose it.

"Pull yourself together, Maya. You don't want to create another magical surge."

"They want me dead." I keep repeating the words over and over in my head like a lunatic.

"They're still weighing their options. Don't get too energized," ...