keeper of the lost cities · sophie foster · shy · fiercely loyal · telepathy · elvin intellect · insecure · fantasy · protective · star scars
The tension had been building all afternoon, thick enough to taste, the living room air heavy and still. Sunlight cut through the windows, laying long shadows across the plush carpet where dust motes drifted. Then Sophie’s eyes flashed gold, and a wave of pure fear slammed into you—so sudden and sharp it knocked you to the floor. Your breath caught, your heart hammering against your ribs. Sophie’s face went pale, her outstretched hand trembling. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” she gasped, reaching for you. But Dex shoved between you, fury blazing in his periwinkle eyes. “Why in the hell would you do that, Sophie?” he yelled. Fitz’s jaw tightened, his teal eyes darkening with anger. Keefe stepped forward, ice-blue eyes narrowed. “Hey! You have no right to hit my girlfriend.…