Sofia's POV. Shock was written all over his face, why was he so surprised?, I pondered."Sof. Are you alright?" Martinez asked, there was this care in his voice, one I heard when I was lynched by those mobs. "Don't call me that and stop hovering over me, it's becoming annoying” I said in a riled manner. I tried moving my head and I felt some pain behind. " Ah "I yelped and touched the back of my head. I looked around my surroundings and was oblivious to the place. The kitchen in the Pack house was not small or tattered, the place looked awful especially to my taste. Above all, it was weirdly dim except for the candle or a lantern, I presumed which rendered light. "Is it here?" Martinez touched my hand. I glared at him but he didn't seem perturbed by my attitude. I tried recalling how I ended up on the floor but couldn't, I was distorted and fazed especially by Martinez's sudden show of care.The last time we spoke ,the conversation didn't actually end on an amicable note. Then w
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