Maya's POV
"Sorry doesn't bring back what you took from me!" I was shaking now, the rage and grief warring inside me, tearing me apart. "Sorry doesn't fix what you broke! Sorry doesn't.."
A rogue tackled me from behind, his enhanced strength actually managing to knock me down. We rolled across the bloody cobblestones, his claws digging into my sides, his teeth snapping at my throat. I got my hands on his face and started squeezing. He screamed as his skull began to crack under the pressure. I kept squeezing, watching his eyes bulge, feeling the bone starting to give way—
"ENOUGH!"
Marcus's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. He was standing on top of a building, looking down at the c*****e in the square with something like pride on his face.
"Well done, Maya," he called down. "Y
