~Evan~
I look down at my mate, taking in her features. Her hair is wild on her head, and her dress is torn. Her eyes are puffy and red. There are visible trails of tears going down her face. The air is fragrant with remnants of her arousal, but there's also a stench of fear. I can smell my brother all over her, and I wonder what happened.
Sophia looks at me as if I'm her savior, yet at the same time, as if she should stay far away from me. I know I should walk away. I know that whatever is going on between her and my brother is none of my business. I know this, yet I can't bring myself to move. My mind goes back to a conversation a few days ago.
*Flashback*
My office door slams open, breaking me out of my daydream. I swear my mind has been preoccupied since the moment I laid
