MATED TO MY BULLIES
So impossibly old.
I raised my weapon, sighting down the barrel at her head. One shot. That's all it would take. End her and end this nightmare.
Maya didn't even look up.
"You can shoot me, Luna," she said calmly, still painting. "But that thing down in Sub-Level 7 will still be coming for you. And it's very, very hungry."
"Stand up slowly," I ordered. "Hands where I can see them."
Maya finished the symbol she was working on, then straightened. She turned to face me, and those white eyes seemed to look through me rather than at me.