Sophia’s P.O.V

Nathan still sat beside my bed, my hand in his, his face drawn in concentration, as if he was ready to take on all my demons, no matter what the cost. But it was only now, looking at the seriousness on his face, that I felt like a complete idiot.

My throat tightened, and before I could stop it, heat crept up my cheeks, burning with shame. The memory of how I had reacted earlier replayed in my mind, making me brace myself for what I thought was coming. A scolding. ...