Enzo's shenanigans

Sofia's POV

I sat upright, heaving up and down. I have been having the same recurring dream for a while now and seeing Salvatore stabbing me, caused my heart to ache. Was he going to do this?

Although I tried to push the thought out of my head, I just couldn't. It seemed to be stuck in my head.

"Would Salvatore really do that? Would he stab me just like I have seen in the dream?" I wondered out loud, although I didn't want to believe that, I couldn't get over that feeling of dread that had settled underneath me.

I just couldn't. Standing up abruptly from the bed that I was sitting on, I sauntered toward the ensuite toilet, turning on the faucet and splashing water on my face.

I looked drained and my face lacked color, being locked in here every day wasn't helping either. The last person who had stepped in after Salvatore had left was the maid who had brought in food and had waited until I was done eating to take the plate back.

The guards who stood by the door had nothing to write