I released Maya's wrist and stepped back. She stumbled slightly, her face still flushed with humiliation and rage.
"This isn't over," she snarled, rubbing her wrist where I'd applied pressure. "You think defeating my operatives makes you untouchable?"
"I think it makes your threats meaningless."
Maya's eyes blazed with fury. "My threats? You arrogant fool. I was trying to protect you from the real threats."
"By threatening me yourself?"
"By offering you a choice," Maya shot back. "Now you've made your choice clear."
She walked to an ornate side table and picked up a secure phone. Her fingers moved quickly across the keypad.
"Maya Vance, West Wind Chamber," she said into the device. "Authorization code Seven-Seven-Alpha."
I watched her pace beside the pool where several of her operatives still floated unconsciously.
"Emergency protocol activation," Maya continued. "Target designation: Ethan Hayes. Classification: Rogue supernatural asset, extreme threat level."
