Michael's pov

In my room, the fire was low, and the shadows on the stone walls were long and jagged. Hours had passed since the flames had gutted, but I remained motionless.

My muscles were still electrified from the pit, and my cloak was lying discarded on the chair.

I didn't think Maya would lose her composure. Matilda receiving that much punishment was also unexpected to me.

She should have given up and fallen, but instead she stood. Once more. And once more. Every time, it ...