(MAYA)
I'm not one to run from my problems. I've always faced them head-on. Which is why, after I go back to the cottage to shower and change, I find myself looking for Griffin. He's got some explaining to do, and I plan to get my answers.
As I walk through the palace grounds, one of the gardeners is clipping some shrubs, a rake lying next to him. I come to a stop, seizing the rake. "Can I borrow this?"
He stares at me. "Ah, sure?"
"Thanks."
I march toward the palace, heading straight to Griffin's office. He's in there, poring over some documents. "You."
His head lifts, and his lips curve into that beaming smile of his that always makes my breath stutter. "Maya!" His smile fades into a quizzical look. "Why are you carrying a garden rake?"
I point it at him. "It's my weapon."
"Why do you need a weapon?"
