Sophia
Unwanted Company.
I felt like death.
I ached all over, I had a dry throat, and my head throbbed in rhythm with my heart. Last night had been a tangle, one I didn’t have the strength to contemplate.
I somehow made it through the hallway without my legs feeling like they’d crumble. The air in the mansion was thick, the walls pressing in on me as I dragged myself toward the dining room. I needed something—anything—to relieve this intolerable weakness.
But what I didn’t expect was finding Ricci at home.
He was seated at the head of a long dining table, eyes looking toward the ground, one hand draped lazily against the polished wood surface and the other lazily holding a cup of coffee.
He wasn’t wearing a suit, he wasn’t carrying a newspaper, and he wasn’t in a rush. He was just.
