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Sofia.

It had been almost a week since we talked.

A whole goddamn week of not talking to them made me feel like I was going crazy. Scratch that, I was on the brink of mania at this point.

Restlessness and grimness stuck to me like an ugly dark shadow constantly hovering over and deflecting every happy thought I had into a million broken ones.

The trio and I weren't on good terms. And with what you might ask? Well, I was going home. Temporarily, of course, but according to Nikolai and Nadei that wasn't happening because it was too dangerous.

Nial didn't even bat an eye and left the second I agreed to go which hurt more than it should've and hasn't talked to me since.

And when I said home, I meant Italy. Milan to be specific. My parents and brothers asked me to spend a few weeks with them to introduce me to the family and I was no idiot to refuse.

My family meant everything to me, now.

I wanted to learn more about them and as far as I could tell, they did too, want to get to know me a