Maya's POV

The sun was just beginning to rise when they came for me, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold that would have been beautiful under different circumstances. I'd spent the night sitting against the cold stone wall, not sleeping, just listening to my heart beat and wondering how many more times it would before the silver stopped it forever.

"Time to go," one of the guards said, not unkindly. He was young, probably close to my age, and I could see he didn't enjoy this part of ...