"Maya… can you hear me? Blink if you can…"
That was the Queen's voice. And she was calling me by my real name.
But was that even my real name, since the identity of my real parents was yet unknown?
And what was that about blinking? My eyes were not open. They still hurt.
But I attempted to, because in attempting, I was sure that my lids would move and that would be enough confirmation that I was alive, that the treatment was working.
"Thank the Goddess." I heard her mutter in relief, and would have gasped if not for my immobile state, at the irony of things.
I had thought the Queen was my enemy, that she would be the one to kill me, but it had been Adam and his brothers, and their pack.
What did I know? Malek was right. I shouldn't have taken things at face value.
Malek. She had kept her word, hadn't interrupted my sojourn in the black deep. For how long? I wasn't sure.
