"I'm standing right in front of you," Sophia said softly, her voice tinged with something almost mournful. "Tell me… how much of me still looks like the woman you used to know?"
As she slowly lifted her head, Nathan's breath caught in his throat.
Her eyes—once cool and intelligent—were now bleeding red, the color spreading like ink in water until her irises were completely crimson. Veins bulged beneath her skin, crawling across her face like a spiderweb. Her lips curled back, revealing razor-sharp fangs that gleamed like daggers.
In a matter of seconds, the elegant, icy beauty he once knew had transformed into a nightmare.
Nathan stared, frozen. The fear in his eyes deepened.
That was the moment it hit him—Sophia was gone.
The woman who used to argue with him in boardrooms, who used to challenge him at every turn, who used to roll her eyes when he made a dumb joke—she didn't exist anymore. That version of her had died the moment the virus took hold.
