A low, agonized growl tore from Sophia's lips as she stirred in her sleep, her body shifting slightly before her eyelids fluttered open.
A wave of disorientation hit her as she took in the dim glow filtering through the room, cast by the single, flickering lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.
Another growl rumbled from her throat as she slowly pushed herself up from the couch, her muscles aching with protest.
Her gaze swept across the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion clouding her thoughts.
The last thing she remembered was being at home—safe—until flashes of a phone call with Angel jolted through her mind like lightning striking a darkened sky.
A sharp pain radiated from her skull, drawing yet another growl from her lips.
She clutched her head, fingers pressing against her temples in a desperate attempt to steady herself.
With a shaky breath, she eased herself upright, her pulse pounding with an unshakable sense of unease.
