The sun was high in the sky when Sofia finally stirred. She woke up in the soft silence of the luxury penthouse, her body feeling a strange mixture of heavy exhaustion and a new, buzzing energy that sat right under her skin.
She sat up, the silk sheets sliding down her body. She looked at her hands, half-expecting them to be different, but they looked the same—though her skin seemed to have a faint, healthy glow.
The sudden ringing of the doorbell made her jump.
Her heart immediately began racing.
Alaric?
Damien?
She pulled her robe tight around her and walked to the door, peeking through the lens. It wasn't either of them. A man in a delivery uniform stood there, holding a large, elegant box and a heavy envelope.
"Delivery for Miss Sofia," the man said through the door.
