“Is something wrong?” Sofiya asked. She had to tilt her head up to meet my gaze. “You’re in the way,” I snapped, my anger at her quickly transforming into embarrassed irritation towards myself. “You might live here now, but that doesn’t mean it’s your home to do with as you please.” Her lips parted and she quickly looked around the massive penthouse apartment, as if trying to figure out whose way she was in.
