She walked slowly down the stairs. As she entered the kitchen, she saw Robert quickly hide a scowl, painting a smile on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked him.
The smile disappeared and he shook his head. The look on his face told her he really didn’t want to talk about it.
She sat down as he turned back to the oven. She grinned when she saw he was making her pancakes. He set the plate in front of her and sat down.
“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked her.
“More interesting things,” she said, remembering the euphemism she’d come up with two weeks previously.
“Sounds good to me,” Robert replied with a genuine smile.
After eating a couple of pancakes, Beth asked, “So, what’s wrong?”
He opened his mouth, either to tell her or dismiss the subject, but was interrupted by a female voice.
“This is her?!” the voice exclaimed.
“That’s what’s wrong,” Robert mumbled before lifting his eyes to someone behind Beth.
Beth turned around to see a woman dressed in a dress that looked as if it had been pulled out of a history book. The woman’s dark brown hair was straight and fell to her waist. Her shocking green eyes showed yellow flecks and shone like stars.
“Yes, Amelia, this is her,” Robert said in a level voice, his face a picture of calm but his eyes blazing with fury.
“A witch? A mortal?” the woman, Amelia, scoffed. “Of course, you, of all people, would choose a witch to fall in love with. Mother will never approve.”
“As a matter of fact, Mother does approve. Just because she had plans for us does not mean I gave them any thought whatsoever.”
“You complete and utter imbecile.”
In a movement that was almost too fast for Beth to track, Robert pulled a kitchen knife out of the block and threw it across the room. It hit the wall a little to the right of Amelia’s ear.
“Missed,” she hissed at him.
“Wasn’t aiming for you,” he replied.
It was then that Beth noticed that the knife had pierced the wings of a fly, pinning it against the wall. It seemed that Amelia noticed it too, disappearing within moments.
“Who was that?” Beth asked.
“That,” Robert said, “is my blood sister. She’s been mentally shouting at me for the past five minutes and I guess me shutting her out was the final straw, so she turns up to harass me in person.”
“Aneska turned her a couple of decades back, hoping to fix me up with someone.”
Beth ate slowly, trying to absorb the information. A thought suddenly came to her as she finished and placed her cutlery on the plate.
“Did you mark me again last night?” she asked quietly.
Robert’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at her question.
“Emily told me,” she explained with a shrug.