Despite her words, I could swear that I saw hesitation in Ingrid's eyes, almost as if she was also being tormented by what Sofia was going through. She even seemed proud that Sofia was putting up a fight—something that made my heart leap and my gut clench at the same time.
Ingrid turned toward me. "Sofia is going to fight to her last breath before she allows Borys to lay a hand on her. I'm not sure she'll last an hour. Are you really sure you want to drag this out?"
"There's no way I'm going to let Borys leave this island with her."
"He will be more than willing to break every bone in her body and force her to drink his blood so she'll heal, then do it all over again. An hour is a long time, Derek." Her shoulders sagged and it was easy to see that she was conflicted. "Let us go."
