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"You are not taking the sofa." Silas' voice was firm when he looked at me with dark eyes, ready to slice something or rather someone into half.

I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my face to have a good look at the man standing in front of me. He couldn't stand up properly and he was talking about sleeping on the sofa. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic ass.

"So where do you want me to sleep, Sir?" I asked him sarcastically, and he glared at me. His upper lip twitched dangerously, his dark eyes pierced into my soul.

"Bed. Take the bed, Bella. I'll sleep on the sofa." He said, grabbing the pillows from my hands, and I glared at him sharply.

"I get it, Silas. Your honor would get handicapped if you let a woman sleep on the sofa. But you can shove your honor down your throat for one night and sleep on the bed." I said, and he shook his head adamantly.

"Bella—"

"Either you let me sleep on the sofa or I'm leaving you alone. Choice is yours." I said, looking at him with a smile tha