Damon's POV
The transformation in Maya was instantaneous when her phone began ringing. The light in her eyes extinguished, her smile faded to nothing, and her entire body went rigid with tension. She began trembling slightly, a physical reaction I couldn't miss.
"Damn it," she muttered, glancing at her screen with unmistakable dread. "It's my mother again."
I reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Honey, you should answer. She's obviously not going to stop calling."
Maya exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'll take it inside the apartment," she conceded. "I'm not going to classes today anyway. My professor canceled and sent a message to our group chat. That's why I turned my phone on—to check messages—and I forgot to switch it off again."
