Chapter 117 Davon

• DAVON
• Minutes later, I walk quickly into the great hall where Sofia is already waiting. She stands tall and composed, her chin lifted like she owns the place. I give a small nod to Brad, who understands the signal immediately and leaves without a word.
• Sofia doesn’t look nervous at all. She’s wearing a dark fitted coat, every button perfectly fastened, not a single strand of her hair out of place. She looks more like she’s going to a meeting than being called into what everyone knows is my den.