"Okay, I can't keep quiet anymore," Soph says.
She sits cross-legged on the plush cream rug, burning candles on either side of her. Sunlight spills in through the wide windows, adding a gleam to her jet-black hair. "What happened to the 'I Eat d**k For Breakfast' type gal I saw on the first day."
I blow out a long-suffering breath, pulling on a pair of tailored slacks. I slip a checkered vest over my head. "The 'type gal' is right here." I cringe into the mirror once the words leave my mouth.
"I liked that Emma better," she says. "Now you're like some domesticated poodle."
I whirl around. "You did not just call me a dog."
She laughs. "Technically, you are. You're an animal shifter."
A nervous laugh. "Yeah. Got me there." I go back to arranging my hair. I'd dyed it platinum blonde. I'
