–Sophia–
Missing my boyfriend. Ugh, yeah—obviously. But fuck it. Better safe than sorry. Livana locked us up in this secure little fortress so we won't get assassinated. Apparently the assassins are after Deanne. And honestly? I get it. The woman is gorgeously sexy—too sexy to kill on the spot. They'd take her as a hostage first; she's Livana's adviser, after all. High-value asset. Premium kidnapping tier.
"What's with the countdown?" I asked Lore, our resident mad tech genius, who currently looked like a gremlin hunched over four different monitors.
"Oh, that's the countdown to Livana's estimation for when the evil stepmother shows up," Lore said casually, like he was talking about weather rather than murder.
"And how did she gather that kind of information?" I asked, paddling my foot on the floor so the swivel chair I was riding zoomed toward him like a lazy rocket.
