Third Person PoV

"I am waiting." Wolfe raised a brow at her when silence descended on them and she wasn't answering him. He needed an answer from her, he needed to hear her part of the story.

"Oh God, my head hurts." Maya cried weakly using her hand to hold her head.

"Are you okay?" Wolfe asked her anxiously as he quickly rose to his feet.

"No, I am not fine yet." She mumbled as she managed to sit up from the bed she was lying on. She needed to act and think fast.

She doesn't know how much Wolfe has known about her during the time she was asleep;...