#Chapter391

She’s like an icy bucket of water thrown on my fire and in a tiny second of seeing her, I’m rendered immobile. Sense and calm flooding me as she opens her eyes slowly and blinks at me unsurely. She makes a religious cross motion when she sees I haven’t moved, thanking god under her breath and despite the craziness in this moment, I smirk.

Only Sophie would bring humor to this shit. Can’t ever break her down.

Sophie reaches up cautiously and cups my fist with her delicate hands, eyes on me warily, acting like I’m some sort of pot that’s about to overspill or blow. It’s ridiculous; she...