Sofia Vez
I lazily drag my feet downstairs, to the living room where I wait for Maria. The room is filled with the aroma of strong black coffee. I hate it with every fiber cell in my body.
I stare in the direction of the kitchen, wondering who in the world is making coffee this early.
I am surprised to see Rora walk out of the kitchen with a mug in her hand. Her sleepy eyes didn't go unnoticed by me.
She halts, eyes meeting mine.
“You look exhausted. Did you not sleep last night?” I question.
“None of your business And why are you wearing a turtleneck for the training? You're going to be all sweaty and irritated” She turns the conversation on me instead.
“None of your business” I huff. If she is not going to tell me anything then I wouldn't either.
My neck has a very evident dark m
