Overwhelmed with anger, I stormed back to the kitchen and let the devil on my shoulder take over. I grabbed some wolfsbane from the necklace I always wore and slipped it into Amelia's birthday cake. I wanted them to feel my wrath.
Returning upstairs, I spotted Amelia and Enzo coming down together. Both of them were sweating and looked surprisingly startled to see me.
“Why are you both sweating? Did you have some fun?” I said sarcastically.
“Ah, it’s just so hot upstairs,” Enzo replied, trying to cover up the truth with yet another lame excuse.
“It’s still winter. I don’t think anyone should be sweating in this weather,” I pointed out, my tone dripping with meaning.
“Cousin, don’t get the wrong idea. W-we were just talking near the fireplace, that’s all,” Amelia stammered, desperately trying to defend their betrayal.
“Okay, you say so. By the way, your birthday celebration is ready. You also should go get ready.”
I faked a smile, and when she turned to leave, I was left alone with Enzo, who looked irritated, and he suddenly pulled me to the corner.
“What are you trying to prove, Amanda?? Why are you asking us those silly questions, huh??” His voice was laced with annoyance.