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he murmured, his voice filled with affection. Sophie felt a rush of joy at the sound of the word. “Good morning, fiancé,” she replied, leaning in to kiss him. They lingered there, wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet moment. But as the initial euphoria of their engagement began to settle, Sophie’s thoughts turned to the future. They had fought so hard to bring justice to the city, to uncover the truth and expose the corruption that had tainted her family’s legacy. Now, as they looked ahead to a life together, Sophie knew that the battle wasn’t over. They had started something powerful, and she was determined to see it through.

After our meal, Sophie waved goodbye and left the cafeteria, heading back to her apartment. I remained seated, left to stew over everything she had just revealed. Which, in reality, wasn’t much. She had a mate—Cameron. An omega. That alone was enough to make her father furious, but there was more to it than just Victor’s hatred of weaker ranks. From what I recalled of the screaming match I’d walked in on, Sophie and Cameron had a plan. Something they had attempted and failed.

“I mean, everyone knows Drake and I have history. And, well… some connections never really fade, do they?” Sophie tilted her head, meeting Freddie’s gaze with a sweet, dangerous smile. “Oh, I’m sure they don’t. It must be exhausting, though, clinging to a man who’s already moved on.” Freddie’s smirk twitched. “Oh, sweetie. You think he’s moved on?” Sophie’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “I think,” she said softly, “that if he wanted you, he wouldn’t be married to me.”

I tried to ask about treatment, but she bolted. I chased after her but bumped into Aidan and Isabella in the hallway. Isabella was holding a pregnancy test. She was expecting. Aidan was shocked, then sneered. I brushed past them to chase Sophie, who climbed to the roof. I begged her to come down. "There's still hope. Dump that guy. I'll stick by you." Sophie raised her phone, broken. "He never planned to marry me. Said girls like me are fun but too dirty for a wife."

I watched through the crack as Luca smoothed his hair, wiped the sauce from his hand, and walked toward the foyer. "Sophie," I heard him say, his voice perfectly modulated, the mask of the charming heir firmly back in place. "What a surprise. I thought you were with the caterers in the village." "The caterers are boring, darling," Sophie’s voice drifted back, getting louder as they entered the kitchen. "And I realized I should be back on campus so as bond with my fiance." I watched as Sophie walked into the kitchen. She looked perfect, as always—a cream-colored power suit, her hair in a flawless blowout. She looked like the future Mrs. Carter. She looked like the woman who owned the room I w

"You'll be meeting your future husband at the next family dinner." There was total absolute silence then suddenly there was laughter, everyone turned to look at Sophia. "You're joking," she said. No one else was laughing. Her gaze moved slowly across the table. Uncle Richard was watching her. Aunt Melissa seemed to be smiling. Sophie was... practically glowing. 'Oh,' she thought, ' this wasn't a suggestion, it was planned, it was atrap.' Sophia leaned forward slightly her eyes dark her voice quieter now but far more dangerous. "You think," she said slowly, "that after everything..." her fingers tapped once against the table. "You still get to decide my life?"

She has changed out of her worn pajamas and is wearing a silk set I gave her last Christmas that matches her eyes. She whispers a quiet "good morning" and comes to sit next to me, legs tucked in. Her gaze avoids Elliot's. The two of them are as obvious as when my friend first fell in love, in first grade with Calum Lambert, the boy she had a week-long relationship with, and who dumped her after noticing her hands sweating when she got nervous. From then on, Sophie gave up on love. Levi seems to notice, as I do, that something is going on between the two of them, but says nothing. We eat breakfast in silence, enjoying the view and the delicious food.

I knew all of the witches on the land because they had to go through Felix to be granted permission to stay on the land. "It makes sense, you know," Sophie says quietly "What does?" "That he's not your fated. I would do anything for Colton; my soul is connected to his. You never felt that for Felix; everything makes so much more sense now. I can't believe I didn't pick up on it sooner. You never were wild about sex with him. It made no sense to me; when you dated Derek in high school, you guys were at it all the time."

Rachel asked me to watch a cartoon with her, so I excused myself and went upstairs. After the cartoon, I helped Rachel get ready for bed. Just then, I heard a car starting outside. I went up to the window and saw our guests were leaving. Sophie was supporting herself with a cane and leaning on Kingston’s shoulder. They were also holding hands. Just looking at her back, I could tell that Sophie was happy. I did not know if she was in love with Kingston or if she just liked him, but it was clear that she had moved on from Austin. After Oscar’s family and Sophie’s parents left, my mom came in to tell me about their conversation.

Sophie keeps me young and reminds me how to enjoy life. Sophie has focus though when she wants something or sees a goal. She aims and shoots and doesn’t let it out of her sight until she succeeds. She did it with that asshole in her past, she did it with healing her own wounds, and she is doing it now with her decision to go to school. I know she’ll do it; I have every faith in her because I know her. Sophie isn’t a girl you marry and tie down with kids and motherhood. She’s a shining star who will continue to glow and inspire those around her. And even if she does settle down with marriage and babies, she’ll still look for fulfilment beyond that role. We connect in that way because she is t