Madeline, Molly, and I all watch the growing hole on the floor until it finally stops hissing. As I place the now-empty teacup back on the table, I’m positively fuming. Molly looks pissed too, but I’m sure for different reasons. She likely wanted me dead. Madeline seems utterly indifferent to the whole ordeal now.
“Well,” she says. “It was a longshot. But you can’t blame a girl for trying.”
I could blame her. I absolutely could blame her! The b***h just tried to poison me! And she doesn’t even seem embarrassed at the plan having failed!
Something snaps within me. “Do you have any idea the lengths I’ve gone to keep you safe from Caleb’s wraith? At any point, I could have told him that you were the one responsible for my cut, or my missing wardrobe, or any of the other bullying tactics yo
