Forbidden Shado novel Chapter 41

Shadows In Durango.

Chapter 41-1

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..

It a

1 glanced around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of Vincent’s spare bedroom that I had slept in previously

party.

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

y after the

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

of water and some

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…

Vincent lingered for a moment, his gaze searching mine. “I’ll see you downstairs,” he said finally, before quietly leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Alone again, I let out a shaky breath.

The painkillers began to take 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 mirror- a disheveled version of the girl who had danced at Vincent’s bar just hours ago.

The red lipstick was smeared all up the left side of my face to the point I was shocked that Vincent hadn’t laughed at me as soon as

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he walked in.

My hair was severely matted as though I had been viciously attacked by a grizzly bear…

I swallowed hard and instantly turned on the shower, letting the warm water wash away the remnants of last night a turmoil.

The familiarity of the routine was soothing back under the rainfall shower I had so adored using here after the party at the

weekend.

Taking my

time to wash my body and hair after what felt like an eternity under the shower, I stepped out, wrapping myself in the towel provided.

I dressed quickly in the clothes Vincent had brought a simple t–ship and sweatpants that seemed to belong to him that were a few sizes too big but comforting nonetheless.

I pulled the brush through my 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 me.

Vincent was in the kitchen, focused on cooking breakfast as he motioned for me to sit at the table to which I tucked my hair back and followed his lead.

Vincent set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me, along with some toast and a steaming mug of coffee.

“Eat up,” he said, taking a seat across from me. You’ll feel better after.”

I picked up my fork, 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 my stomach which wasn’t caused from last night but instead was due to my bad eating habits. recently.

“But I’ll be able to figure things out,” I then say, my voice steadier, just… I didn’t expect any of that to happen but next time, I’ll be prepared for it.” 1 ramble my thoughts as he studies me.

Vincent took a sip of his coffee, his gaze thoughtful as he studied me. “Sofia,” he began, his voice measured, “what happened last night… with your apartment and your neighbors… that’s not something that just happens to normal people our age – you deserve

down my fork. The weight of his gaze I swallowed hard, setting d unsure how much I wanted to reveal.