Aidan’s POV
“What happened to you?” I asked again. Maya had barely stepped into my study before the question left my mouth.
She looked as though she’d fought a bear on her way here.
Her uniform was stained with dried mud, strands of her hair clung to her face, and despite her obvious attempt to compose herself, I could tell she’d arrived exhausted.
For a few seconds, she simply stood there. Then she lowered her eyes.
“A car splashed muddy water on me on my way here,” she said quietly.
I studied her for another moment. Her oval face looked even paler than usual, and those hazel-brown eyes carried the weight of a sleepless night.
She had actually come. Despite the impossible schedule. She was here before four.
“Go and freshen up,” I said.
She blinked, almost surprised. “Yes, sir.”
