Sophia
Betrayal in Blood.
It was late afternoon when she told me to follow her. No explanation. Just that same cold voice and colder eyes. Sara didn’t wait for me to ask anything. She just turned and started walking, her heels tapping against the marble like nails on glass. I followed, stomach twisting with every step.
Something felt wrong. Her silence was too sharp. The hall was too quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
She led me to the study. The one with the red leather chairs and old paintings no one ever looked at. She shut the door and locked it slowly. My breath caught a little. My hands shook, but I clenched them behind my back so she wouldn’t see.
She turned to me and folded her arms. Her mouth was a flat line, but her eyes were smiling. That kind of smile has not
