The glass shattered. Sharp pieces exploded everywhere.
Maya hit the floor fast, covering her head with both hands. She didn’t freeze up—she moved almost too quickly to see, like her body just knew what to do. Cold mountain air flooded the cabin, sharp with the smell of pine and metal.
"Maya! Get down!" Julian shouted. He threw himself across the rug, dragging her behind the heavy wooden table.
Thwack. Thwack.
Two black arrows slammed into the wood, so close that Maya heard their wicked hum right by her ear. They weren’t normal arrows. They vibrated and made a low, bone-deep sound that made her teeth hurt.
"They found us," David whispered from the fireplace. He gripped a heavy iron rod, knuckles white. "How? We’re fifty miles from the nearest city. No one should find us out here."
May
