C92 Chapter 92

Melia’s pov

“Sophie?” I whispered, horror turning my blood to ice.

Sophie’s smile was eerie, a mockery of the warmth I used to find comfort in. Her hands moved casually, as if we were chatting over breakfast and not bound in a dingy room reeking of damp and despair. But her eyes… those pale blue eyes shimmered with an unhinged light that sent chills racing down my spine