AMARIS
The problem with surviving one fire was that the world kept finding new ways to light another one under you.
Nia closed my room door behind us and turned around with her eyes wide and bright and practically vibrating, "That bitch," she breathed, pressing both hands to her cheeks, "Amaris, you actually slapped Lila Cross."
"She slapped me first," I said, dropping onto the edge of the bed and pressing my fingers against my cheek where the sting had finally started to fade.
"I know and I am not complaining, I am celebrating." Nia dropped into the chair across from me, leaning forward on both knees, "How are you not shaking right now, that woman terrifies half this pack."
I looked at her, "When you have spent your whole life being bullied by men twice your size, Lila Cross is not a difficult lady to face."
