CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Maya Lawson awoke with pain in her skull and in her jaw, radiating from both points throughout her head. She opened her eyes slowly, and then immediately clenched them shut again under the glaring white light.
Thoughts returned to her slowly. An intruder, in the house. Mr. Thompson, dead. Sara…
She panicked and sat upright. Fresh, jolting pain seared through her forehead and she winced, rubbing it. She worked her jaw around in slow circles. It hurt, but it wasn’t broken.
She needed to get to her sister. Keep Sara safe. That was all that mattered.
Maya looked left and right in confusion. She was in the basement of their Spruce Street house in Alexandria. The assassin had knocked her unconscious and brought her down here. The door to the makeshift panic room was direc
