POV: Sophie
The sound of laughter and conversation filled the clubhouse, but it felt distant—muted, almost. I’d spent most of the morning trying to stay busy, helping out in the kitchen with the Old Ladies and chatting with some of the S.L.U.T.S. It was a distraction, at least. But even with all the noise and movement around me, the weight of everything was still pressing down, harder than before.
The hit on the supply run had changed things. The tension in the air was thick, and I could see it in the way the club members carried themselves, in the clipped conversations and the looks exchanged when they thought no one was paying attention. They were preparing for something big, something dangerous.
And Burn… he was carrying more than I realized.
I’d noticed it in the way he moved, the
