Maya had no idea that her borrowed time had run out, that danger had infiltrated Pacific Elite Academy wearing the perfect disguise. But she knew that other threats were circling closer every day.
Mateo hadn't said a word since their locker room confrontation three days ago. Not to her. Not to anyone, really. His usual stream of commentary during practice had dried up, replaced by a focused intensity that made Maya's skin crawl with recognition. But his silence wasn't mercy—it was a blade hanging over her head, sharp and patient and waiting for the right moment to fall.
He's planning something. Building toward something. This quiet isn't going to last.
