Maya’s POV
The sedan drove for a long time thirty minutes, maybe more — before it finally slowed down and turned through tall black gates. The sound of metal grinding shut behind us sent a chill down my spine. The walls around the property were high, the kind meant to keep people out… or in. Security cameras blinked red from the corners, and I could see guards in dark uniforms standing near the trees.
We weren’t anywhere near the city anymore. The streets had faded to dirt roads, and thick forest surrounded us on all sides. No cars. No lights. No one who could hear me scream.
The car rolled to a stop in front of a huge modern house all glass and marble, glowing faintly in the night. It looked beautiful in a cold, empty way, like one of those pictures you see in magazines where everythin
