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"Are you out of your damn mind?" Will snaps. For a moment, I think he's talking to me. I'm about to tell him no one said I couldn't use the kitchen when Nico speaks up.
"What? Did you want some?" Nico looks to me. "Snow, is there any cake left? On second thought, don't give it to anyone else if there is. It's all mine."
"What the fuck?" Francesco growls at him.
He shrugs. "What? Snow baked it for me. Get your own cake." With that, he digs into his second slice with just as much enthusiasm as he had with the first slice.
Will shoots him a fierce glare and barges out of the den. I don't realize I've been staring out the door even after he's gone until Nico asks if I'm okay.
I nod. "What's wrong with him?"
Nico shrugs. "Beats the hell out of me."
