“Stop yelling at her,” I said sharply, stepping forward before I could stop myself. “She’s terrified enough already.”

Maya turned her gaze on me, her expression unreadable. “Then perhaps you can answer, lady Sansa. When did you meet her in the jungle?”

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. “Last night,” I admitted, forcing my voice to stay steady.

Maya’s eyes narrowed. “And why were you there? You know it’s forbidden to enter the jungle after eleven.”

The room felt ...