~Maya~
The morning sun spills into the room, painting a halo of warm, golden light that brushes over everything. My eyelids flicker open, my mind still nestled in the soft folds of sleep. The unfamiliarity of the room, however, jolts me awake. In a surge of recall, the happenings of the night before cascaded through my mind: Clay's metamorphosis, my desperate flight, the heady rush of adrenaline, and finally, the oblivion that swept me under only to wake up to Clay carrying me.
I spring upright, my pulse hammering a wild rhythm in my chest. The room is steeped in a silence that's almost unsettling. Too silent. With a deep inhale, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my soles connecting with the chilly embrace of the wooden floor. I know it's time to confront the music.
Creeping to
