Dami’s POV

I stared at Sophia, barely holding on to my patience. “Sophia, I’m tired,” I said flatly, dragging my words as I unzipped my jacket. “Whatever this is, it can wait till morning.”

“It can’t,” she snapped, her voice trembling with anger. “I can’t believe you would demote me again, Dami. After everything I’ve done to prove that I’m not the enemy after trying to make things right, you still did this?”

Her words stung, but I didn’t let it show. “I almost ...