I turn back to Maya and notice she hasn’t moved an inch. She’s just staring at me, her expression a mix of confusion and fear.

“Maya -”

“Take me back,” she interrupts, cutting me off.

I hesitate. “Maya, I-”

“Take me back, Damian.”

She grips the dagger I gave her tightly as she stands, but I can tell that her entire body is tense just by those few movements. Her body shakes, not just from fear, but from everything. The fight. The near-death experience and from me.

I know I ...