Shadows In Durango

Chapter 96

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

As Vincent's parents disappear upstairs, the tension in the room seems to linger like a thick fog.

I glance over at Vincent, his jaw tight, and his posture stiff. Even though he's trying to hide it, I can tell he's bothered by something...

"We've got some time before they come back. Let's go in and get settled, I think we could all use a drink? Something strong?" Vincent says, his voice clipped but trying to sound calm as he looks around at us and we nod back in agreement. He gestures toward the dining room, and we follow him in, though I can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging loosely in the air.

"You look good..." He leans down to tell me, and before I can even respond, a dry scoff is heard from behind us, causing me to look over my shoulder to find the culprit to be Daryl.

What the hell is his damn problem with me today?!

Vincent all but shakes his head, ignoring him, as I follow his lead and brush it off - knowing that there was bigger problems to face right now...

The dining room was set up elegantly, with the long table adorned with candles and perfectly set places. Everything about this house screams wealth, and I almost felt like a fake for being here, especially thinking back to where I lived only weeks ago...

I take a seat beside Vincent with Emma sitting on my other side as Reid's words about sticking close to him echoed in the back of my mind.

Vincent asks one of the hired kitchen staff to supply us with some strong cocktails to which they nod and head off to do exactly that.

Emma immediately grabs my hand from under the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze, reminding me that she was still here - acting as my moral support through this night.

"You okay?" she whispers, her eyes searching mine.

I nod, though I'm not sure if I even believed myself. "I'll be fine," I reply softly, forcing a smile. "It's just... a lot of nerves."

Reid sits down beside Daryl, both now opposite us, with Reid maintaining his usual laid-back demeanour. "Worst part is over now, right?" Reid states, as Vincent lets out a dry laugh at his statement and agrees.

I want to believe him, but then my eyes flick to Vincent. He looks so different from his usual confident self. He's tense, almost on edge, and the fact his parents visiting can have such an effect on him was concerning in itself. Daryl, on the other hand, was still sulking, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, his phone still in front of him and laid out on the table.

He hasn't said a single word since his snarky comment earlier, and the cold look on his face was yet to fade. I don't know what's gotten into him today, but I'm too exhausted by him to deal with it right now. Whatever his issue is, it's not helping the current situation in the slightest...

act like you actually want to be here? You're starting to suck the fun out of the room..." Reid says, his voice sharp for the first

a cocktail in front of each

to be strong but drinking a long sip nonetheless

towards Reid, but Reid only

there was an evident problem lingering in the air, awaiting to be discussed by someone, but I had no idea

can't believe what she was wearing," Emma whispers out beside me, leaning in closer. "She looked like she was heading to a club,

what I expected either." I admit, thankful that Emma was at least trying to distract me as I felt close to the

before we hear footsteps from upstairs, and my stomach

squeeze, her eyes filled with silent encouragement, as Vincent's parents begin their descent

Here we go...

to speak, a smile playing on her lips, though her eyes don't match the warmth she's trying to

before, but his eyes scan the room with the same critical gaze he had earlier. He gives a curt nod of acknowledgment before

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my pulse quicken. Tonight is only just beginning, and I have

flirtatious tone as she seemed to have no shame in it. "Always Helena!" Daryl chirps, causing her to shriek out

was hard to notice how she was acting. Anybody with eyes could see this! The staff soon come back, taking a drink order from each of them, with his father going for a whiskey coke and his

town?" Vincent's father asks loudly, breaking the silence as I shuffle

sir! Looking after your boy as

stepping up as the first to help lighten the atmosphere, as for

you Daryl? What's been

holds up his

really!" He remarks, his voice sounding softer but maintaining

the starter will be served in the next few minutes to

we all quickly make a move to grab our glasses before he comtinues: "To my son on finding

conflicted, as I laugh nervously and clink glasses around the table - Daryl's

I only told Vincent that I liked

for the

often like that weren't they? Jumping to their own conclusions? Perhaps it means nothing... he probably knows that Vincent took me on that trip with him and so has just assumed