Sophia’s P.O.V

My breath hitched as I felt myself being yanked back, my spine colliding with a solid chest before I could even scream. My eyes darted to the mirror in front of me, and that’s when my heart nearly stopped—Tristan.

His reflection stared back at me, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and in his other hand… a knife glinted under the dim light. He lowered his hand from my mouth, and pressed the blade against the side of my neck.

“Stay quiet,” ...