SOPHIA
When I wake up the next morning, adrenaline sizzles through my veins, yesterday night’s event as vivid as they were before I slept.
After praying, Abdallah and I head over to . . . the rooftop? I have no idea where we’re going until we reach there.
My mouth falls a little lax on an exhale, my mind unable to comprehend what I see. It’s a small room but it literally steals my breath away. I almost hop around, gazing at the punching bag with great longing. Various exercising machines are crammed against the walls.
I watch Abdallah walk to the other end of the room. He grabs huge boxing gloves that are ten sizes larger than mine.
He snaps his fingers twice my way as if summoning his slave. It makes me think that I might not be the only one in a bad mood.
With a snarl, I shove b
