MATED TO MY BULLIES
Three floors up, Maya pressed against the reinforced glass of her cell window, watching as the four Blackwood brothers were dragged into the compound in restraints.
She should have felt something. Relief that they'd come for her. Fear for their safety. Anger that they'd been stupid enough to get caught.
Instead, she felt only a cold calculation. They are here now. That changed things. That made the situation more... interesting.
"Ah, there we are," Marcus said, looking up at her window and waving. "Your knights in shining armor have arrived to rescue you."
"Some rescue," Maya said, her voice flat and emotionless even to her own ears.