Chapter 27: The Spring of Lost Souls
The next morning, Maya’s tired eyes slid open. They were heavier than usual, accompanied by a stinging pulse of pain just behind her sore sockets. As her blurry vision cleared, Kaya’s face came into view, staring back at her with the widest smile Maya had ever seen. “Good morning, Kaya,” Maya murmured, expelling a pained groan a moment later.
“I heard you had an interesting night, sis,” Kaya said, giggling.
“What are you talking about?” Maya sat up in bed pressing her fingers against her temples. The pain moved with her, kicking up like a storm. Her head felt like a vial of sloshing liquid, pulsing with each minor shift of her noggin. “I have a splitting headache,” she whispered.
“You really don’t remember anything?” Kaya asked.
“Remember what? Wha
