51 The Fate Of One Sophia Windsor

Nicholas' jaw dropped. 

Bartholomew had his weapon down, astonished at the sight. 

He turned to face her, confused and wonder-stricken. He was relieved, obviously, although he wondered if Sophia was even human. It was as though she'd never been pierced by a bullet at all, which was true, in some parts.

"I considered studying ballistics," Sophia answered matter-of-factly, as though that answer would suffice for all the questions Nicholas had in mind. 

Was she even human? 

He pondered over the possibility itself.

"How are you… awake?" Nicholas asked in astonishment. He'd sworn he heard the bullet pierce Sophia and saw her falling to the ground. 

Sophia waved her hand dismissively, "Later," she promised him. 

She then turned to Bartholomew, who hadn't spoken a word ever since she'd… revived, so to speak. 

She placed a hand on her hip, glaring daggers at him.