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Sophia’s POV

Slowly, my eyelids fluttered opened and I winced. Bright light. Bright burning light. It was too much. A groan escaped my lips as I turned around on the hard floor, my nose twitching at the scent of something metallic. Something liquid. I just rolled into it.

Slowly my eyes came into focus and I realized what it was. Blood. It was blood.

My head began to ache seriously as everything began to rush into me. All the memories. And a gasp escaped from me. I was in my own blood. I was alive, but I was supposed to be dead.

How was I alive? This wasn’t supposed to be possible…I was supposed to be dead. Freya killed me. A light sob escaped my lips as my hand flew to my throat, the place where Freya had decided to slot my throat but it was all closed up. My throat wasn’t torn open. There wasn’t any ugly scar there…it was closed. Smooth. Like she hadn’t cut my throat at all.

I gulped, my hands running through my hair as I sat on the floor. My eyes was still struggling to adjust.