POV: Maya
I woke up on the safe house couch with a blanket over me that I had not put there.
Liam was gone. The indent where he had been sitting was still there in the cushion beside me, which meant he had not been gone long. Through the front window the morning was grey and early, frost on the glass, the trees outside holding their bare branches perfectly still.
Maren was already in her chair by the dead fire with a cup of something hot, watching me wake up with the patience of someone who had been awake for hours.
"Sleep well?" she asked.
"Better than I expected," I said honestly.
Isla came through the front door at seven with mud on her boots and the alert, slightly wired look of someone who had been outside all night and was running on discipline rather than rest. She reported no
