Chapter 23

Maya’s POV

“Here’s the last of her things, Elias.” The driver set down a sleek black suitcase with surprising care. At first glance, I thought it was mine, but of course it wasn’t—it was Hart’s. I still couldn’t believe everything I owned could fit into a single carry-on. I’d wrestled with half a dozen overstuffed bags when I first arrived in the city, lugging them up flights of stairs and across crowded sidewalks.

“Thanks, Tommy.” Elias gave the man a polite nod.

Tommy—Thomas Lee—had been our driver on the way over. From the little digging I’d done, I knew Elias kept Thomas on as both chauffeur and bodyguard. Thomas was a few years older than us, but you’d never guess it from the way he carried himself. He looked more like a young samurai or ninja than a middle-aged security expert. His hair was glossy black, cut straight and simple; his eyes we