"God I really hate this!" grumbled Amaris as she looked at the house she had entered.
She had come to the Creystone house. The further she walked, the worse she felt. Her mother and father were walking ahead of her, with her brother following close behind.
"I know why you're uncomfortable, but don't you show it too much?"
Amaris frowned slightly as Newt glared at her. She had already informed her parents about what had happened. They knew that the person for whom this funeral was being held was not dead. But instead of getting angry like she had, they kept their cool and became part of this stupid theater.
"Have you forgotten why we're here?" Newt asked his sister, who didn't answer.
"Of course, I know," she sighed.
Amaris, of course, knew why she was here. Amaris had come to protect her friend while the Creystone family, in their feigned sadness, were celebrating their deliverance from Felix.
