Davina’s smile turned sharp, almost mocking. “You always were stubborn.” She gestured to the tray of food. “But you need to take care of yourself. I can’t let you waste away like this.”
I looked at the food, then back at her. Something about her tone made me uneasy, but I couldn’t understand why. This was my sister. The one person I should be able to trust. But why did it feel like something had shifted between us?
“I’m not hungry,” I said quietly, turning away from the tray.
Davina sighed as if she were disappointed. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden harshness in her voice. When I turned to look at her, her expression was calm again, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking beneath the surface.
“I’m just trying to help you,” she said sweetly, but the warmth I had once known in her voice was gone.
“Why are you really here, Davina?” I asked. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
Her eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw it—the flicker of resentment, of something darker.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said softly, her voice dripping with something like venom.