Zara
Sophia was strangely quiet in the car, her expression hesitant and thoughtful. Even as she drove down the street, I sensed her thoughts were elsewhere.
"Can I ask you something?" she finally spoke as we entered her house. I looked through Sophia's closet, examining every dress and expensive pair of shoes.
"Go ahead." I nodded, my gaze gliding approvingly over one of her dresses. It was black, with ruffled sleeves like a doll's, and a very short hem. It reached mid-thigh, but I was worried it might open if I leaned over.
"If Ethan's friend wanted to cross over, would Alpha Kane allow her?" Sophia frowned, fiddling with her hands, watching me explore her endless closet. "Or would he just kill her?"
I shuddered involuntarily at her last sentence, a disturbing image of Kitty's death flashing through my mind.
"I wouldn't have let him kill her." I frowned. "He would have wanted to interrogate her, to prove her innocence, but I would never have let him kill her."
