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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 in barbed wire. F4M-Your-Friends-Mean-Goth-Sister-Sits-on-Your-...

"Leo’s coming back in a second," I stammered, gripping the controller a little tighter. The door creaked open, but it wasn't Leo