Raking a hand through his hair, Bruce turned toward the stairs—and froze.
Maya stood there, her face eerily void of any emotion.
"Maya…" he began, startled.
"What's going on?" she asked quietly. "Was that Lisa?"
She lifted a hand to her head, wincing. It still ached badly. She didn't think the aftereffect of Meret's growl would hurt this much. She was supposed to heal from it but she wasn't.
And sleeping was hard due to the noise she kept hearing. Her brain couldn't process what was being spoken about but the tension the house was filled with, the voices raised, doors shutting, she just couldn't be able to sleep through it.
She didn't understand what the whole commotion had been about, but the unease lingered, pulsing in her skull.
Bruce exhaled softly in relief when it dawned on him that she hadn't overheard his conversation with Lisa. Fearing she'd misunderstand the whole thing
