So Amelia was having open communication with him, was she? Cordelia filed that information away for later use, her gaze never leaving his and her expression not lightening in the slightest. "Well, she did. Of course, she was open and honest with me about it."
Her voice was nearly arctic as she added, "Clearly, she must get those traits from her mother."
Another sip of her drink, and Cordelia placed the glass down before the trembling in her limbs became noticeable. She was so livid, she could hardly contain herself.
"So," she snapped after a second, "is there anything else you'd like to do while I'm still here? Maybe completely use me, make me look like a total idiot, and then act like it's no big deal at all once your discovered as the jerk you really are?" Her eyes widened. "Oh, wait! You already did all of that!"