The Alpha King's Assassin Queen

Naked Over Paris

Malcolm

“She is going to be alright,” Mavis says while walking into the dining room.

I am sitting at a table sipping on a beer. Addison and Rico sit with me at the table while Pazuzu sits at another, sipping tea. I shoot up out of my seat.

“Sofia?” I huff, and Mavis nods slowly.

“She was cut up pretty bad, but none were too deep, so I was able to stop the bleeding and bandage her up,” Mavis explains. “You can take her to your room now.”

I nod and rush out of the room. Sofia looks so pale and weak lying on the couch. A soft snore erupts from her perfect lips as I kneel beside the sofa. I gently stroke her forehead, and she stirs.

“Malcolm,” she whispers and opens her eyes.

“Shh,” I gently hush her. “Rest, baby,” I whisper. I gently scoop her up into my arms, and she moans. “I’m sor