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Sofia.

I stirred awake, the bed dipping on each of my sides as I turned around to face the three men-- my three angry and upset men. I frowned rubbing my eyes from sleep. The disorientation swinging my vision back and forth.

"Love, sleep," Nikolai said upon noticing my shifting on the bed as I held my arms above my head softly groaning at the feel of my limbs being stretched out.

"What time is it?" I asked hoarsely.

"It's five am, little one. Go back to sleep."

"I don't feel like sleeping anymore," I yawned. "Are you guys alright?" My worry was evident in my voice as they peered at each other for something.

Whatever it was they had a mutual understanding on got a grimace to distort their usual smiling faces around me. The action shooting an uncomfortable anxious feeling within me.

"We're okay. Doll," Nial's dry answer had my suspicions right on spot.

He was never like that. Cold.

"You don't sound or look okay," I interjected and they stood up abruptly their eyes looking mournful and