CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Maya rubbed sleep from her eyes as she followed the officer down the corridor, her bare feet padding softly against the tiled floor. She ran a hand through her hair and tried to look awake. Not five minutes earlier, she’d been shaken from sleep in the barracks by the MP, who had leaned over and harshly whispered, “Cadet Lawson. Come with me. Now.”
The man hadn’t said another word. He hadn’t even given her time to pull shoes on; he simply led the way out of the barracks and toward the administrative wing of the academy. Maya was in a T-shirt and shorts and bare feet, feeling rather stark as she followed the uniformed MP, fairly certain she knew their destination.
This is it, she thought glumly. Greg reported me for leaving him behind in Virginia last weekend. Or maybe for
