Author's POV
When the doors slid shut and the elevator fell silent again, and Sophia took a step back.
The polished, bright elevator doors reflected her disheveled appearance.
But the man standing beside her remained impeccable as always.
Hawkins spoke first: "Were you scared?"
He was asking about her ordeal.
Sophia's lips curved into a smile. "No."
From beginning to end, she hadn't worried at all.
She knew Viya would find a way to get her out.
This conversation-ending style of response was something Hawkins had only ever experienced with her.
Hawkins observed her carefully, his frown deepening. "Still keeping everyone at arm's length?"
Exhausted from a sleepless night and feverish, Sophia felt heavy, her mind foggy. Looking at the man before her, she imp
