Nova POV:
It’s late by the time we have spoken to Axel and gotten some food and I’m exhausted. “We still have to go to Caroline” Kia sighs to me. Internally swearing as I realise it’s not going to be an early night I decide I need a coffee and excuse myself from the office.
“Anyone else fancy a drink?” I ask before I close the door.
“Whiskey” Jax grunts his brows furrowed in concentration as he stares at his computer.
“Lots of it” Luca mutters from the sofa in the corner.
Chuckling at them I head downstairs enjoying the few minutes of quiet I have. As I methodically make the coffee and gather the whiskey for the men I let out a deep sigh as I struggle to switch my mind off. After pouring my coffee I turn to get some milk and freeze as I sense a presence behind me. Taking a deep breath i catch no scent causing me to frown momentarily, realising I can’t do much if I don’t look I turn slowly as my eyes search the dark corners of the kitchen. “Maybe next time you’ll turn the light on” Kia says snarkily to me.
“We can see perfectly fine what’s the point” I snap back before a figure steps out from the pantry doors shadow.
“Sophie?” I gasp in shock. Taking in her saddened features and her eyes with dark circles underneath I feel my heart clench in sympathy.
“You know?” She whispers.
“Know what?” I ask slowly unsure of her reason for reappearing.
“That Hannah is a hunter” she says in a monotone voice.
“Yes” I murmur quietly. “Luca and I, we saw the photo of you both together last time you saw her and we saw her tattoo.”
She lets out a humourless laugh, “that fucking tattoo” she snarls surprising me with the venom she has in her voice.
“Sophie I don’t understand” I say quietly, “how long have you know?”
Looking at the clock by the window she shrugs, “about 10 hours now.”
“She’s not lying” Kia says confirming what I already know, her heart rate is steady and she is looking at me clearly as she speaks with no signs of nerves.
“Do you want to sit down?” I ask gently, “why don’t we have a chat?”
“Thank you” she whispers as her bottom lip trembles. As she sits down I get her a glass of water and some snacks which I put in front of her before sitting on the other side of the breakfast bar. As she reaches for her water I take in her appearance properly and can’t stop the gasp from escaping me. Dried blood is covering her bare arms and there are droplets sprayed across the front of her dark top.
“Are you hurt?” I worry.
“It’s not mine” she replies darkly. “It’s Hannah’s.”
“The hunter?” I check.
“The one and only” she winces at the mention of her.
“Why can’t we scent you? Or the blood?” Kia suddenly links her.
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