Maya lay down after dinner. She could barely remember how the rest of it went. The only thing that echoed in her head was that Alaina knew. She couldn't place when, but it was at least since she first arrived in Verlassen.
She could recall instances in their interactions after she returned. Every encounter was hostile, and there were enough clues, but she assumed no one knew, so she didn't connect the dots. Now things were clearer.
However, the clarity brought too many problems she couldn't afford. The Alaina she knew would stop at nothing to get her out of here, if that was her goal. What was her goal? She wasn't quite sure, but one thing she was certain of was that her childhood bully was hellbent on making her miserable and making sure things remained the same between her and Keenan.
