“Sophia’s POV”

The silence pressed like a blade against my throat. Then, the sound of boots slowly, scraping across the concrete floor, in a deliberate manner. Broke through the silence.

A figure stepped forward, his hood shadowing his face.

With one gloved hand, he pulled it back.

My breath caught.

One eye glowed with a faint, artificial sheen—metal, glass, and something far too precise to be human.

The other was sharp, alive, and glimmered with a cruel look.

The combination made his ...