MAYA'S POV

“What did I miss?” I say. “I risked my life by coming back here, me and the other three—we could have been killed. They’re talking about wiping my memory!” I scream.

“You need to fucking sleep,” Jaden barks.

“What the hell is this?” I demand.

“Maya?” Jaden’s face shifts. That mysterious look locked in. “I don’t fucking care about you, alright?” he says. “I don’t fucking need your help.”

“Oh, shut up. You do,” I snapped. ...