Sofia took a slow, steady breath before pulling a simple robe over her body. Every muscle ached from the intensity of the night. Her limbs felt heavy, her mind foggy, but she forced herself to stand.
She walked to the door and opened it.
Alaric and Damien were standing exactly where they had promised they would be.
Neither of them had moved.
"Come in," Sofia said softly.
As they walked into the room, the silence was once again filled with the echo of their thoughts.
"She looks so fragile, but her scent… it's stronger than before," Damien's mental voice whispered, full of fear. "She's going to tell me to go. I can feel it. She's going to choose Alaric because he's the stable one, the one who didn't hurt her first."
