Sofia
I hated how they were all looking at me. Even Malcolm looked like he was about to slap cuffs on me and accuse me of murdering his father. Delta Maria Hall had my vial of nightshade in her hands. I had just admitted that it was mine and something my grandmother had made.
“Why was this in your room?” Delta Maria growls.
Tears well up in my eyes as they all stare at me. I look at Malcolm and find myself unable to read his expression. “Malcolm,” I touch him lightly. “I had the poisons in my bag. I pulled them out to show you,” I explain. His expression softens slightly. “Aunt Alicia would have the same poisons as me.”
Malcolm lets out a sharp breath, “Right,” He pulls me into his arms. “Stand down, Maria,” He snarls.
“Malcolm,” Maria tries to argue.
“Enough!” He bellows. “Until yo
