Aya bit back a scream as her blood ignited and threatened to sear the very skin from her bones. Tears were now coming quickly, burning tracks down her face and pitiful whimpers escaped her mouth. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]"I heard them!"[/color] she shouted against the pain. [color=mediumspringgreen]"I work at New Sun, I heard them talking."[/color] Her voice was course and caught in her throat, hidden behind sobs. The only coherent thought she could form underneath her agony was that she [i]couldn't[/i] tell him she was a meta. It was the one thing she could possibly have over him, her only chance to walk out of this situation alive at all. [color=mediumspringgreen]"[i]Please[/i], I swear!"[/color]