SOFIA’s POVThe darkness swallowed everything, even the sound of my scream. Was this how it ended? I couldn’t tell how far the bottom was, or if there ever was a bottom. Maybe this was it. Maybe I’d just keep dropping and let my limbs scatter on the ground below. I felt my lungs burning as my brain fired off a million thoughts at once. I thought about the kids. I failed them. I was not a good person, but they did not deserve the ugliness in this world. All I felt now was gravity pulling me down and down as I imagined grabbing onto something to avoid dying. Was this a death? I didn’t know, but I just kept falling.A gasp escaped my lips as I felt my back hit the ground.But it wasn’t the concrete I expected. I was on something soft and springy. My heart was still in freefall, but my body had stopped. Suddenly, the lights blinded my vision. I squinted, and the world sharpened into a sterile, circular glass room suspended in a massive chamber.Then I saw them watching. A slow clap echoed
SOFIA’s POVI couldn’t tell if this man was still human at all. He moved quickly, like an animal who’d finally scented something warm after years of being shoved in the cold. My instinct told me to run, almost forgetting that I had a weapon. I clearly had an advantage, but seeing those bloodshot eyes and horrific black nails made me shiver.I sprinted between the crumbling houses, ducking low and twisting through narrow passageways. My lungs burned, but fear pushed oxygen through every vein in my body. Meanwhile, behind me, more footsteps followed.“Shit!” I cursed. “Now, there are more of you!”They came out of the shadows. Their gaunt, broken figures gleaming in the moonlight as some of them started crawling like dogs. I realized now that their speed didn’t match their deformity. They were hungry, and that hunger had given them strength. Now, I understood what the riddle meant."Food…" one hissed."Food," another echoed, until the number of creatures chasing me doubled.I turned a c
SOFIA’s POVI staggered out of the ruined church, leaving behind the dead bodies and the iron cross that saved me from those motherfuckers. I decided to bring the machete. God forbid I would use them to cut another human being again, but I had to survive. Though its weight in my shaky hand reminded me that I was still alive. And that’s a relief for now.Every step felt like I was pulling my body from underwater. My limbs felt too heavy, and the air outside seemed too thin. Plus, the ache in my chest was unbearable. The more I stayed here, the eerier it felt as silence wrapped around the area. All I heard now was my sneakers crunching the gravel. My grip tightened around the bloodied machete, and I cursed long and hard as I didn’t want to remember the faces who attacked me at the church.Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched sound that came from the speakers hidden somewhere. "You have survived the first hour of your initiation," it said. It sounded like a flight attendant on a plane headin
SOFIA’s POVThey called it footwork with smiles on their faces.“It’s just a little tradition,” said Don Felix. It is a game we Alcarazs play when someone joins our blood.”“It’s like a game of tag,” Sasha said calmly. “A deadly tag.”Deadly? I should have asked more questions. I should have looked at Rios and demanded answers. But he only kissed my temple and whispered, “Trust the process, babe.”The moment I got into the van, my heart hammered loudly in my chest. Something about this initiation felt wrong. But what? Did I just walk on my own deathbed?“Babe,” Rios interrupted my overlapping thoughts. “I know you can survive this. Please, survive this.”I wanted to scream in his face, but words seemed to leave my subconscious. I only stared at him with confusion and anger, and Rios could only look away.We drove for over an hour, through the outskirts of the city, into a place that seemed not to exist on maps. It was already midnight when we set foot into a crumbling district.“This
SOFIA’s POV I felt numb. That was the only thing I could feel as I looked at the Alcaraz family, one by one.Don Felix, with his silver hair combed back, and the calmness in his demeanor that felt alluring and unnerving at the same time. Demitre, his cold eyes locked on the empty plate, refused to look at me without scorn. His wife, Rita, was drinking and smiling at me with quivering lips. Then there was Sasha, with her kind eyes and full attention to her husband, Ben. Her fingers brushed crumbs from her husband’s cuff. Seated between them was their child, who had held my hand earlier upon my arrival. And beside me, Rios. He was saying nothing, but had been stroking my nape as if to make me feel relaxed amidst the tension.The chandelier overhead scattered gold across the long table. Everything here screamed of wealth. I had been told that we would be having roasted duck, drizzled in fig sauce, and melted into sweetness against the bitterness of arugula. They would also be
It was raining hard when Rios arrived at Rockwell Drive. Walking toward the building soaked his white polo shirt and had magically erased his drunkenness. It had been two weeks since he last heard from his wife, and while the first week was his way of understanding the situation, all he felt now was anger. Why had she not contacted him yet?He barely heard the receptionist's greeting as he climbed into the elevator. He wasn't planning to sleep in Sofia's unit, but he realized he missed her terribly.The unit greeted him with darkness, except for the sliver of warm light spilling from under Sofia’s bedroom door. Rios stood in the threshold, blinking against the glow. Maybe the whiskey was playing tricks on him. But there she stood barefoot on the polished floor, her silk robe clinging softly to her slender frame, as her head tilted toward the vanity mirror. With slow, practiced strokes, she dabbed moisturizer onto her cheeks, then along her jawline. Her eyes met his in the mirror. "Rio