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Six

Sophie stood up. "Well, it's my life. You already had yours! I'm tired of being your little puppet! Go find someone else to boss around!" The words tasted sour on her tongue, but she didn't apologize.

Forkle winced. "Miss Foster, please think about this for a moment."

She ignored him, starting  up the stairs to her room.

"Sophie."

"No," she said coldly.

The next day she found herself standing at the entrance to Foxfire, preparing for a long day of awkwardness around her friends after her blow-up at Mr. Forkle, and an even more awkward telepathy lesson.

She was able to avoid Fitz until lunch, though she wasn't sure if he was also avoiding her.

At lunch, she sat next to Keefe. That...whatever it was that had snapped in the matchmaking office longed for him, and she wasn't feeling like trying to spare Fitz's feelings. Marella looked surprised, but Biana gave her a look that screamed we need to talk.

Sophie looked away. She pretty much stayed silent for the rest of lunch, and when Dex asked if he could come over after school to test some gadgets, she only nodded.

Then came Cognate training. She didn't think she could face Fitz. So when Keefe asked her to ditch with him to go to the secret mentor cafeteria, she agreed.