Chapter Fourteen

Maya.

Maya struggled underneath the layers of fog surrounding her head. She murmured a low protest when she opened her eyes. Awareness was not what she sought. The blanket of dark, of oblivion, was what she wanted.

There was nothing for her in wakefulness. Her life was one black hole of nothingness. Her name was all that lingered in the confusing layers of her mind. Maya .

She searched for more. Answers she needed to questions that swarmed her every time she wakened. Her past lay like a great barren landscape before her.

The answers dangled beyond her, taunting her and escaping before she could reach out and take hold.

She turned her head on the thin pillow, fully intending to slip back into the void of sleep when a firm hand grasped hers. Fear scurried up her spine until she remembered that she was safe and in a hospital. Still, she yanked her hand away

as her chest rose and fell with her quick breaths.

“You must not go back to sleep. At least Not yet.”

The man’s voice slid across h