Just how hard did she take the rejection to be this far gone? I watched Amalia grinned with her eyes glassy. It's entirely different from what she usually looks and acts. The occupants of the room shifted in unease every time her eyes landed on one of them.
I don't know if I should thank her for her concern, but I got an inkling on how she's going to fix things, and I don't want it. If Amalia's going to commit more crimes, I would stop it. Whatever it takes.
"He deserves the way he died, just so you know," she calmly said. I couldn't keep up with how her mood changes. It's like a whiplash of emotions, catching you unawares.
