Sophia’s P.O.V

I watched, frozen, as Nathan’s eyes widened the instant he saw me. “Sophia!” he yelled, his voice cracking through the chaos. My chest tightened, and instinctively I stepped forward, but Tristan’s gaze landed on me at the same time.

My stomach dropped. He looked awful…bruises marring his face, a gash above his brow, his clothes torn and bloodied. My mind reeled. That commotion on the other end of the line…the yelling, the scuffle…it all made sense ...