Sophia's POV
I didn't sleep.
Not because of Diana or the email or Marcus or any of the things that should have been keeping me up. Those I could compartmentalise. I had spent three years in the Vale mansion learning to compartmentalise things that would have broken most people before breakfast.
I didn't sleep because of what Damien had said outside the gate.
Especially me.
Two words. Said quietly and completely and with the specific certainty of someone who didn't say things they didn't mean. I had been lying in the dark turning them over for two hours and they kept landing the same way every time.
Heavy. Warm. Terrifying.
I got up at one in the morning and went to the kitchen because that was what I did and I was done pretending otherwise.
The lights were already on.
Damien was s
