Cayo looked at the fruit with repulsion. He sighed, weakened.
I don’t want to, Cael. I’m not eating that. Whenever I try what Patricia or Coralina bring me, I get much worse. I’m terrified to eat.
“But you can’t let yourself starve to death, you have to eat something,” Cael insisted worriedly. Eat it, you really know very rich. Coralina prepared a giant bowl in the kitchen and I ate it a while ago. It doesn’t hurt.
Cayo pushed the plate towards his twin.
“Then you eat it. I’m not gonna try a bite. And if you ask, tell them I was the one who ran out so they wouldn’t scold me.
Cael sighed, gave in to his brother’s pleading gaze and ate the salad. He had just swallowed the poisoned ration.
Not even ten minutes passed when Cael’s face suddenly paled. He grabbed his stomach, let out a sharp whimper and ran to the bathroom to vomit violently.
Cayo sat on the bed at once, feeling his mind working at a thousand an hour. He hadn’t eaten anything, and, surprisingly, felt lucid and painless for the first time in days.
When Cael came out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth and shaking with chills, Caius stared him in the eyes.
“Cael… it’s not a virus. It’s the food. You only got sick when you ate exactly the portion Coralina brought for me.
Cael opened his eyes a lot, assimilating the information.
“Are you saying that… we’re being poisoned?” But if they are super cute with us, they always consent to us.
“Appearances deceive, as Dad always tells us,” Cayo said with a maturity that fear forced him to find. Either they’re two witches in disguise, or I’m crazy. But let’s find out. Let’s set a trap for them.
That same afternoon, Cayo, pretending to be slightly better, asked for a specific craving: the famous chocolate cake that only Coralina knew how to make. He knew perfectly well that his stepmater would not miss the opportunity to give him the next dose.
