“Annette, dear,” Dad said. “We were just finishing up some work in here. Did you need something?”
She looked at Dad, and then over to me. There was a question in her eyes, but they always seemed like that lately, since her awakening.
“No, I was just looking for you. We are just finishing up lunch.”
“I’m almost done,” I told her. “I’ll meet you in the dining room.”
That seemed to satisfy her and she left with Dad.
When I was alone, I sighed and dropped my head into my hands. I had to be more careful. Amelia was in such a delicate state, I couldn’t risk making things worse.
Sienna’s POV
Amelia has to be faking it. She’s a crafty witch, so this has to just be one more game she’s playing with my family.
But… if it isn’t…
I wasn’t totally heartless. Though I had a pretty good idea wha
