Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Bang!

The hotel doors flew open with a loud kick. Sophie stormed in, and this time, she wasn't alone. She had backup.

Griffin was there, handcuffed and tied to a chair, looking like a complete mess. His abdomen had a stab wound from Jenna; it wasn't deep, but it was still bleeding. Someone had hastily bandaged him up, but his face was pale and devoid of color.

Sophie walked up to him, pressing down on his wound with a cold, emotionless expression. Griffin broke out in a cold sweat, his lips turning ashen.

"I don't have many virtues, but loyalty is my one strong suit," Sophie said icily. "My man is in the operating room fighting for his life, and I'm going to make you feel the same pain he is."

With that, she had a serving cart wheeled over, loaded with the breakfast Griffin had sent to them earlier. Sophie picked up a cup of coffee, walked over to Griffin, pinched his nose, and poured the coffee down his throat.

Griffin coughed violently, his black shirt now soaked with coffee. He looked a wreck, but somehow, he remained composed, his face a mask of indifference as if emotions were foreign to him.

afraid of death, huh? So, you must care about someone. Is

made Griffin's eyes flash with rage. He lifted his head and glared at Sophie, his

International, fine, she could have it. But you went after Colby.

to do with

cut him off, "whether it's her doing or not, you're her

you and Odie are close. You attacked us because you feared

Griffin stayed silent.

plenty of tough

anything out of you, I'll go to Odie. You sneaked into Summerfield to strike

sidekick? No, with your skills,

speak, but a flicker of unease

caught the look