Angelica looked at her sister. Her eyes were wide and bright purple with her mouth slightly ajar as she starred at Raven. The blonde twin didn't look much dissimilar because she'd never heard Raven speak like that. It wasn't like the sweet, sad girl she knew. The Raven she knew was soft and wounded and lit up when ever you paid attention to her. This one was cold, guarded and looked at them like they were monsters. This was not going to work. For a second, she contemplated going to her father and having him reset everything just so that she could try again with a more pliable Raven.
Amara caught the thought as it entered her sister's mind and she spun towards her sister and stiffened her posture.
"Don't even think of it," she growled.
