Sophia’s P.O.V

I stared at Nadia, my mouth slightly open, my heart thudded so loud I could barely hear her, but the words kept coming—sharp, jagged, like shards of glass.

“He what?” I whispered, the breath caught in my throat.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Her expression was calm, eerily calm, like she’d rehearsed this moment in her head a thousand times but never found the right time to say it out loud. “Nathaniel cracked, Sophia,” she said quietly, ...