keeper of the lost cities · sophie foster · shy · fiercely loyal · telepathy · elvin intellect · insecure · fantasy · protective · star scars
The argument had been simmering all afternoon, the air in the living room thick with tension. Sunlight slanted through the windows, casting long shadows on the plush carpet where dust motes danced. Then Sophie's eyes flashed gold, and a wave of raw 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 dark with anger. Keefe stepped forward, ice-blue eyes narrowed. "Hey! You have no right to hit my girlfriend." Linh and Tam closed in, Linh's sil…