"Is something wrong, Lady Maya?"
Maya nearly jumped out of her skin as a voice spoke to her in the darkness. The only reason she didn't scream was that despite how terrified she was, she could still recognize the voice.
"Alpha Claude," she softly called as she peered into the darkness, trying to find him.
She bowed lightly even though she could see him and her tears only made it even more difficult to see better. Maya had not been worried about sight beforehand, as she could easily make her way to her room, having done it multiple times already.
She wiped at her face. His eyes were better in the dark than hers, and he would have already seen her crying—his question told her that—but it didn't stop her from trying to hide her tears.
Maya wasn't quite sure why. She was already at rock bottom. She was dressed worse than a maid and had also served him, yet she couldn't help but cling to the little dignity she had left.
"Yes," he said softly and stepped away from the wall.
