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Adrien's lips curled into a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, and as he started walking toward me, every instinct in my body screamed to run. But I didn't move. I stood my ground, even as his shadow loomed over the porch, swallowing up the light between us.
"Well, well," he said, his voice low and sharp, "look who finally decided to speak up. I didn't think you had it in you to talk back to me like that again."
He probably thinks he's some kind of god or something, but yeah, I was done being pushed around.
His tone was icy, mocking. With every step he took forward, I instinctively stepped back, the wooden boards creaking under my feet.
"I guess being around your precious Ethan has made you bold, huh?" he continued, his eyes gleaming with a satisfaction that felt almost tangible. "But don't forget who you're talking to, Noah. You're way out of your depth."
"Don't... don't start that again," I managed to say, even though my throat felt tight.
