A few seconds pass before someone walks out of one of the rooms at the back. It’s a young female who we call Wiry. She’s very agile and quick in battle, but very delicate when it comes to stitches and other things when we need medical help.

Maya freezes as soon as she sees her, her gaze narrowing. Her cheeks redden a bit, then she looks down at me. I glance up at her, noticing the way her gaze locks on a certain part of my lower body.

Before I can ask what is wrong, she reaches down to the ...