Chapter 127

Serena's POV When we arrived, Sophie's normally pristine apartment looked like a hurricane had torn through it. Furniture was overturned, drawers pulled out and emptied onto the floor. Designer clothes were strewn everywhere, and there was a small splatter of blood on the cream carpet. Sophie herself sat huddled on her couch, mascara streaking down her cheeks, her lip split and swollen. She looked up when we entered, and I couldn't miss how her eyes brightened at the sight of Ryan. I stared at Sophie's pathetic form huddled on the couch, feeling absolutely zero sympathy wash over me. The mascara streaking down her cheeks, her supposedly split lip—all of it looked more like theater than trauma. Honestly, whatever trouble she'd found herself in, she probably deserved ev ery bit of it. "Oh Ryan," she cried, leaping up and throwing herself into his arms. "I was so scared! He said he'd kill me!" Ryan awkwardly patted her back, his eyes finding mine over her shoulder. I crossed my arms, tryi