—SOFIA'S POV—
If he dies, I'm going to kill him a second time.
"ORDER NUMBER FIVE FOR TABLE FORTY!" I yelled to Marcellus before zooming past the front kitchen window to serve the five dishes and three beers on the two trays in my arms.
I rushed past our new hire, Yvonne, and placed the food on the table with a group of old adventurers that were already drunk. It wasn't even fully past noon yet.
"YVONNE! HURRY THE FUCK UP!" I yelled before rushing to clear some empty tables and telling sticklers to get out if they're not buying anything.
I swallowed down the lump that had been stuck in my throat since my talk with Diego yesterday. He was probably back in that awful place already. Probably seeing things that bring him to his knees as the memories of last time flooded his brain. Leaving him vulnerable prey for those creatures.
