SOPHIA’S POV
I was taken to the station and kept in the holding cell for eight hours.
Yes eight hours.
I counted the time, my eyes never leaving the clock on the wall.
When the door finally opened, I flinched.
A police officer stood there, his expression bored.
“You’re free to go.” He said.
I blinked in shock. “What?”
“Someone posted bail for you.”
I couldn’t help but ask who.
He shrugged. “You can ask them yourself.”
I stood slowly. My legs were stiff from sitting for too long. My body was heavy too. My first thought was my family. Maybe Marco had bailed me. Or mom. Or Dad.
However when I walked out of the station and saw who it was I stopped dead.
Damien.
He stood by the curb, leaning against his car. His suit jacket was gone. His tie was loose
