Sofia’s POV“Who’s that?” I asked as I quickly opened the door.I gripped the handle with both hands, blocking the entrance. But he didn’t care—he pushed the door open and barged in like he owned the place.“You know you could’ve stayed outside and talked, right?” I said, following behind him like a soldier following orders.He made himself at home, glancing around like my room was some throne hall. Then, without warning, he poked at my bedsheets with his middle finger. “Why does your room look so unkempt?” he asked, disgust curling his lips.I snatched the sheet from his hand and threw it back on the bed. “This is my room, not your throne. Stay away from my stuff,” I snapped, rolling my eyes hard enough to strain them.“Really?” he said with a smirk, clearly amused.God, I wanted to throw him out. He was getting on every nerve I had. “If you don’t want to talk, then use the damn door,” I said, pointing at it with pure attitude.“Nightshade agreed to help us,” he said finally, his voi
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