SOPHIA'S POVI woke early, dressed, and headed for the elevator, moving on autopilot through the motions of a morning I hadn't fully braced myself for.I stopped cold halfway down the hall. A werewolf scent, coming from the room next to mine, unmistakable and far too familiar.My pulse quickened before I'd even let myself consider who it might belong to. I knocked, dread already settling in my chest, and the door opened to reveal exactly who I'd feared it would."What do you want?" my stepsister said, cold eyed, unimpressed, as though I were the one who owed her an explanation."What are you doing here? This is my building," I said, still struggling to process the sight of her standing in that doorway."I live here now. Problem?" she asked, one eyebrow raised."Why would you move here? Of all the buildings in this city?" I demanded."None of your business," she said, already starting to close the door."It is my business, Leah, when it's my hallway too," I said, refusing to let it drop
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