Maya sat up straight, her gaze still on the moon, but her thoughts began to sharpen, shifting away from the emotional turmoil and into something more calculated. She was a mage, a genius elemental mage, and her mind worked best when it was focused. The ability to think through problems analytically had always been her strength, and tonight, she needed that clarity more than ever.
As her mind worked, she reviewed the past week, playing through each memory in meticulous detail. The moments with Astron, their time spent navigating the complexities of the banquet, the subtle challenges they faced together. She thought back to the small moments between them—the quiet exchanges, the tension that lingered in his eyes whenever she was close. It wasn't just attraction or the pull of her vampiric instincts. It was something deeper, something more dangerous.