Avery’s POV
Dinner dragged on, every second stretching like an eternity. The air felt heavy, suffocating. I watched Piper, my ever-sweet sister, trying too hard to maintain her perfect facade. Her gaze flickered nervously between me and Aidan, her smile twitching at the corners.
By the way why do I feel like she's hiding something way bigger.
I could feel it.
“Who was the witch, sister?” I asked suddenly, my voice slicing through the quiet. At that moment, I suddenly took a fancy to the table knife beside Piper's and played around with it.
Piper’s fork clattered against her plate, her hand trembling ever so slightly.
I tilted my head, studying her reaction. “I’m sure you know well who they are… since I’m the one losing a few brain cells here.”
Her lips pressed into a thin line. “Loo
