Three days passed at the safehouse and Maya felt like she was losing her mind, the compound was small, the walls were thin it was nothing compared to vipers apartment, the same twenty people doing the same things every day. She couldn't take a walk without someone following, couldn't make a phone call without permission, couldn't do anything without being watched.

"This is what prison must feel like." Maya muttered to Carol while they prepared lunch in the tiny kitchen.

"Prison doesn't have ...