Sofia whispered with a sigh.
Sofia pushed up her shades to display blue eyes rimmed with silver.
"Sofia, I really think you should call this guy," he said, looking her in the eye.
Sofia needs you right now.
Sofia gave a faint smile and held out her hand, palm up.
Sofia dropped her purse on the desk in her cube without removing her sunglasses.
Sofia rubbed her temples.
Sofia rolled her eyes.
Sofia looked at the paper again.
Sofia, can you come see me?
Lacy wore a skirt too short and tight for office wear, but when you're the boss … "I noticed you've been taking a lot of sick time lately," Lacy said as Sofia entered the room.
"Yeah, I'm having some issues," Sofia replied.
"They really don't know," Sofia said again.
Sofia bit her tongue.
Stunned, Sofia stared at her.
Dimly, Sofia knew she'd never work there again after that low blow.
Sofia hung up, frustrated.
Sofia shrugged the sense of foreboding away and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
Sofia reached for him, helping him to his feet.
Sofia blinked out of her stupor.
Sofia sighed and raked a hand through her hair.
My name is Sofia Fast from Crystal City, Virginia.
Sofia hung up and stared at the number on the paper, wondering if Jake had lied to her or if he flat out screwed up the number.
Sofia exclaimed and balled up her free hand into a fist until her nails bit into flesh.
Hopeful, Sofia crumpled up the paper with Dr. Bylun's information.
Sofia stuffed Dr. Bylun's paper into her empty cup, tossed it, and joined the onlookers lining the street.
The next morning, Sofia awoke stiff and cold on the bathroom floor.
Sofia, this is Dr. Mallard.
And Sofia, I don't appreciate being stood up.
Sofia, will you come with me somewhere?
Furious, Sofia pushed off the bed coverings and stood, teetering dangerously before deciding to sit again.
Sofia wanted to pound Jake's face in.
His command was quiet and firm, but Sofia knew no man in the room would disobey a man like him.
Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who the man was before her.
Sofia tried to focus on flipping through a magazine.
Frustrated, Sofia stormed out of the library.
Sofia retreated to her room, not wanting to fight more with Jake.
"Sofia," Jake called, trailing.
Sofia dropped her backpack onto the kitchen counter, taking in the damage.
"Hello, Sofia," a familiar voice said.
Sofia sagged, crippled by the burning visions.
And Sofia, he added silently.
Sofia watched the scenery turn from urban to rural and recognized the roads leading up to Skyline Drive, the scenic route running through the mountains of northern Virginia.
He released her and tossed his coat to a waiting maid before motioning Sofia to follow.
Sofia pulled again at her bindings and closed her eyes against the blood splatters on the ceiling.
Sofia closed her eyes.
Sofia began to scream as her nerve endings sizzled from the inside out.
Damian gritted his teeth, unable to unleash the blow that could destroy them all in a blink without taking out Sofia as well.
Sofia lay on the cold steel table, her tears still wet but her eyes open and staring blankly.
Every instinct in his body ached to feel Sofia alive.
"Yes, ikir," he murmured and knelt, lifting Sofia off the ground.
Sofia crawled into bed and cried again.
Sofia, what's done can't be undone, even if you want it so.
Pierre gave him a sidelong look at his butchered French, and Sofia smiled despite herself.
"Sofia," Dusty said in a tone he knew conveyed his displeasure.
Dusty, Sofia, Darian, Damian, Jule, Jenn, Toni, Jonny, Watcher.