Nico
He almost drowned himself.
The thought had been clawing at the inside of my skull on a relentless, agonizing loop ever since I dragged him out of the surf.
How the hell could that have even happened? I had been wondering why he was so on edge ever since we arrived at japan.
But this? Walking straight into a deadly undercurrent without so much as a backward glance? It didn't make any goddamn sense.
What the hell was he doing at the center of the ocean?
The crunch of heavy footsteps on the wooden deck broke through my spiraling thoughts. My head snapped up instantly, my heart throwing itself violently against my ribs. For a fraction of a second, I thought it was Alaric. I thought he had finally come to his senses.
But it wasn't him.
"You don't look too happy to see me," Sophia said, her voice smooth and entirely too calm as she headed towards me. "Let me guess... I'm not exactly the person you were expecting?"
