Sophia’s P.O.V

I was gasping for air, my chest heaving like I’d just run a marathon, my hands clutching at the hood of the car where Tristan had slammed me moments before. It took me a long, panicked moment to realize he was no longer on top of me, no longer pressing down with that familiar weight of threat, and then I saw him…Edmund, standing there, rigid and tense, a wooden log in his hand.

“Sophia,” he said, voice low but steady, almost breaking as he spoke. ...