“That is my cake,” Tory warned, pointing her finger at Seth as she hiccupped again. “You can’t have any.” “Oh yeah?” he asked, the challenge in his eyes saying he was gonna dive right into that thing headfirst at any moment. “Seth,” I warned, unable to let this happen. “Don’t-” “So now you’re on her side?” he demanded in outrage. “After I shared that mega bar of chocolate I found in her room with you?” Tory gasped, pressing a hand to her chest as she glared at me in accusation. I mouthed an apology to her and Seth took the opportunity to lunge for the cake.
