MAYA

I stepped out of the bathroom after cleaning up, and just as I reached the bed to sit down, a soft knock sounded at the door. I stiffened, my heart jumping into my throat.

"Maya? It’s Elena.”

I let out a breath and opened the door just a crack. Elena smiled warmly, handing me a small stack of folded fabric. "Silas had these brought over. They should be comfortable."

"Thank you, Elena," I murmured.

I dressed in the clothes she had brought—a pair of soft leggings and an oversized sweater. I spent the next few hours on the bed in a haze, with the lingering scent of Silas on...