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I sent him a menacing glare. "You wish, Evans," I muttered, shoving him aside to hobble up to his level. My ankle was probably sprained and it would be better if I just made it to my bedroom at the earliest.

I looked at him in the eye. He may have been a bit intimidating at the dinner table when I had my first dinner here, but not anymore. He had changed into a black shirt and grey sweatpants and his hair looked wet and disheveled. It was clear he had recently taken a shower. Oh, so maybe he was in the shower when I rudely barged into his room.

"Were you the one who spread shampoo all over my bathroom floor?" I asked calmly, waiting for his reply, which he did with a question of his own.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"No," I said flatly, finally showing him his locket by dangling it in front of his face. He snatched it from my hands, muttering a "shit" under his breath.