Cathy
Emily was still quiet, but I could smell the envy protruding from her in waves. I smiled.
“Oh, Aldrich,” Emily purred, standing up from the couch. She then floated over to him, resting a hand on his lower arm as if she was consoling him. “You poor thing. This woman has manipulated your emotions so many times.”
He stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. I turned to her, asking dryly in a monotone voice,“It’s funny how you still can’t let go of Aldrich.”
My words made the room freeze once again, all wary eyes on me.
She masked her murderous intent with a wolf’s grin. “He has been my good friend since childhood, of course I care for him,” she squeaked, “Elias, would you like another cup of–”
“Really? I didn’t know caring for someone means you drug them on their wedding night, but I
