Cold

Maya's POV

Lina and I stood staring at each other's faces as I pressed the phone to my ears, unsure what to make of Maria's voice. She sobbed so much that it was hard to hear what she said over the phone.

I steadied my shaking hand against my jeans.

"Maria, Maria, you have to calm down," even though I, too, wasn't calm one bit, "where are you at so I can send someone to get you?"

"NO!" she interjected immediately over the phone. Hearing her pure fear, I had to wince, "Not Damon or anybody. If you can send George,"

I looked at Lina, and she shook her head, "George's not home since he went."

My fear intensified. "Maria, we have no choice; we must send one of Damon's men to get you. We have to."

I could feel her shake her head even from the phone, her desperation to be home waning: "No, Maya, I'd rather walk all the way home than for Damon to find out about this."

There was only one decision left, and I sighed in defeat, praying it didn't end up in disaster like most of my choices.

"Wher