Geoffrey's pov
I pinned my treacherous sister with a glare as she fidgeted. Her feet shuffled uncomfortably as I looked at her.
I had no idea where to start, I was so distracted by their closeness all through the lesson that I am sure the rest wondered why I was frowning so much.
"Anything you have to say?" I asked her.
She shook her head, "No,"
"No? Because I could have sworn that you were chummy with the person I asked you to help me get rid of,"
She shrugged and for some reason, that seemed to piss me off.
"When I asked you to sabotage her test, I didn't say I wanted you to become friends. What the hell is up with you giggling and mumbling in the class I am teaching?"
"It's nothing. I was just helping her out,"
"Where in our plan does it say that?" I gritted out.
"Nowhere,"
"The way you were defending her. I didn't ask you to befriend her or help her or even look at her,"
"If I don't look at her, how am I supposed to sabotage her?"
