Annabel's POV.

My feet cringed at the smell of coffee but they cringed even more with the willingness to run and get out of here.

But my will for revenge was stronger and I remained glued to my seat, inhaling the allergic scent of coffee.

The eyes of the Davis' were on me, expecting a reaction or rejection of the coffee but none of that happened.

Scott poured coffee into my cup and took the seat next to me.

"You know, Scott says Annabel is allergic to coffee." Nathan said to me, "Maybe you ...