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"Move," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped in barbed wire.

"Quiet," she muttered, shifting her weight to get comfortable, her sharp elbow digging slightly into my ribs. "You’re softer than the floor. Consider yourself useful for once." F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo. It was Jade, his older sister. She was the personification of a storm cloud—black platform boots, tattered fishnets, and a perpetual scowl framed by hair the color of midnight. She didn't look at me; she just marched over to the beanbag chair I was occupying. "Move," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped