Evelyn
Never in my life have I been so grateful to be behind bars. They might be keeping me in, but they are also keeping Sophia out.
Until, that is, she takes a key out of her pocket.
My stomach drops, and Sophia’s grin turns maniacal.
“Look who has a strong stomach,” she says, approaching the door to my cell.
I scramble to my feet, and my vision blacks out for a second at the quick movement. I might be doing better than the last time I was conscious, but I’m certainly not in any state to fight.
Where is everyone?
Sophia unlocks my cell door as I finally process her words.
“Wait. You were the one who poisoned me?”
An image of Sophia bringing down the soup and bread flashes through my mind. I should have known the second she delivered the food that something was up. Of course she
