"It's Maya," Phoebe said. Zane turned and followed her gaze. "Just perfect," he muttered as his ex-stepsister walked toward them. "You're looking grim, Zane," Maya said cheerfully when she joined them. "Who died?" She smiled. "Oh, I forgot. You're just being your usual charming self." She squeezed his arm. "You've missed me, I know." Zane's eyes narrowed. "Like foot fungus."