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“Magnus!” she snapped, her voice shaking with anger. “I already told you—I have no interest!”

She took a step back, putting distance between them.

“Don’t you understand?” she continued, her voice rising. “I don’t want to be with you!”

She forcefully pulled herself free from the warmth of his grasp and turned away, running a hand through her hair as she struggled to steady her breathing. Anger and frustration churned violently inside her chest.

Her fists clenched at her sides.

But after a moment, she forced herself to swallow those feelings down, burying them deep.

Without looking at him again, she strode toward the door.

“It’s quiet outside…” she muttered, gripping the handle. “I guess they’ve already left. We should go.”

She yanked the handle.

The door didn’t move.

Sophia frowned.

She tried again, twisting the handle harder this time, her thumb scraping against the cold metal as she pushed the door.

It didn’t budge.

Her irritation flared instantly.

She tugged again, harder this time, throwing her weight into it.

Still nothing.

Her brows knitted together as confusion crept onto her face. She turned halfway toward Magnus, frustration flashing in her eyes.

Then she grabbed the handle again and pulled with even more force.

The door remained firmly shut.

“What…?” she muttered under her breath.

Her patience snapped.

She lifted her fists and banged sharply against the door.

Still nothing.

Her brow furrowed deeper as she turned back toward Magnus, confusion and irritation swirling across her face.

“Why… why won’t this door open?” she demanded, her voice tight with frustration.

Her hand slammed against the handle again.

“What the hell is going on?”

Magnus watched her struggle with the door, a faint, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

He took a slow step forward, then another, closing the distance between them without a sound. Leaning casually against the wall beside the door, he folded one arm loosely across his chest and watched her efforts with quiet interest.

Sophia remained focused on the stubborn handle, tugging and pushing with growing frustration.