Chapter Fifty Three

Stephan's POV

I wasn't expecting the witch to do that; I suspected that she was aware, as we know.

She was not supposed to go through with her plans, but she did anyway.

I wanted her dead. I wanted that for so long, but I could not achieve it because of my brother Liam.

It is like feasting with the devil and living with her.

She is the reason why I don't take food anywhere in my own home.

I always make sure that I smell the food, look at it well, and that it is from a genuine person before I eat it.

I want her gone, but I can't do that since she isn't my responsibility.

I have been careful not to hurt Liam's feelings; that's why I tolerated her attitude.

She messed up big time going through with it, especially on my birthday.

When I perceived the scent, something in my gut told me that I should check it out, and honestly, I always follow what my gut tells me.

I noticed that the paint coating on the cup was weird; it was still watery, so I checked it out.

I used my finger to