Sofia's heart stopped. The blood drained from her face as she looked up, her hand still frozen on the brass doorknob. Standing in the dimly lit hallway, leaning casually against the stone wall with a raised brow, was Beta Matthew.
Sofia's heart skipped, and for a moment she wished she could just disappear, but she couldn't… unfortunately, she didn't have a gift for that.
"Beta…" Her words hung on her lips, as she was unable to complete them.
Beta Matthew ran a slow gaze over her, from her disheveled hair to her uniform, which was slightly torn. He didn't need a soothsayer to explain to him what had just happened; the smell of Alaric was already imprinted on her.
"Follow me," he said calmly, and began leading the way, not giving Sofia any chance to speak.
