Shadows In Durango

Chapter 41

****Sofia's POV****

The morning light filtering through the curtains felt harsh against my throbbing temples.

I groaned softly, my head pounding relentlessly, a reminder of the chaos of last night.

Slowly, I sat up, feeling disoriented and exhausted. The events of the previous evening flooded back into my mind- losing my job, the break-in at my apartment, Vincent's unexpected kindness in bringing me back here.

It was a lot to digest and I certainly didn't look forward to facing the questions from him today...

I glanced around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of Vincent's spare bedroom that I had slept in previously after the party.

The room was neatly kept, a stark contrast to the messiness of my own life right now.

I suddenly reach up to rub my temples gently again, trying to ease the headache, before I notice a glass of water and some painkillers on the bedside table.

Vincent must have left them for me... he seriously has gone above and beyond for me when I was convinced that he didn't actually even like me at all before. I would have to remember to thank him...

As I reached for the water, a soft knock on the door startled me causing me to freeze. "Sofia? You awake?" Vincent's voice was muffled through the door. "Yeah," I replied, my voice hoarse from last nights crying and stress.

The door creaked open after then, and Vincent stepped inside, holding a bundle of clothes. "Morning," he said quietly, his usual intensity softened by concern. "I brought you some fresh clothes again and you already know how to use the shower." He gestured towards a door in the corner of the room to which I all but nodded slowly.

"Vincent listen... thank you, this really does mean a lot." I murmured softly, taking the clothes from him.

"Take your time," Vincent said. "When you're ready, just come downstairs. I'll make some breakfast and then we can talk." He concludes with a final nod, making me nervous once more for what was yet to come.

I felt overwhelmed by his unexpected kindness. Vincent Walker, the intimidating school bad boy and bar owner who fired me last night, was now offering me sanctuary and a meal.

It was just a whole lot to process...

you downstairs," he said finally, before quietly leaving the room and closing the

let out a shaky

effect, dulling the ache in my head. I got up slowly, moving towards the bathroom. As I closed the door behind me, I caught a glimpse of myself in the

the point I was shocked that Vincent hadn't laughed at

hair was severely matted as though I had been

swallowed hard and instantly turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of

rainfall shower I had so adored using here after

my body and hair after what felt like an eternity under the shower, I

had brought- a simple t-shirt and sweatpants that seemed

hair before scrubbing my teeth with the packaged spare available before I left the room and descended the stairs, the aroma of coffee and bacon greeting

focused on cooking breakfast as he motioned for me to sit at the table to which I tucked my hair back

down in front of me, along with some toast

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said, taking a seat across from me. "You'll feel

feeling a mix of gratitude and confusion. "Thank you," I said quietly, taking a hesitant bite. The food was warm and comforting, easing the ache in

school just wasn't

me for a moment in silence, his

voice serious yet gentle, "about last

trouble," I interrupted, feeling the need to apologise for everything that had gone wrong. "I didn't

his head, cutting me off. "None of that bullshit was your fault," he said firmly. "You didn't deserve

kindness. Vincent Walker, the enigma of a man who had fired me in a fit of rage, was now sitting across from me, offering comfort, understanding and

didn't have to." I tell him truthfully, deleting how he had kicked off

any of that to happen but next time, I'll be prepared for

a sip of his coffee, his gaze thoughtful as he studied me. "Sofia," he began, his voice measured, "what happened last

fork. The weight of his gaze made me feel exposed, vulnerable. "It's... complicated,"

share with someone like Vincent, despite his unexpected compassion in the past few hours, I wouldn't risk

tell me everything," he said softly. "But if there's something you need help with, you can