~Maya~
The familiar droning hum of silence fills my ears as I blink open my eyes, the world coming into focus with an achy slow-drip of reality. Three anxious faces swim into my vision, their expressions contorted by varying degrees of concern. I'm splayed on the floor, a cool cloth resting on my forehead.
The memory of events prior comes crashing back like a rogue wave, and my heart lurches in my chest. I remember now why I'm here, why I'm lying flat on the floor, struggling to catch my breath.
"Maya, are you okay?" Drake's voice is a low rumble, the note of worry in his voice trembling in the air. He kneels down beside me, his face creased with concern as he offers me his hand.
I wrench myself upright, ignoring the hand Drake extends to help me up. My heart is hammering in my chest,
