Adler eyed Amara like she was a venomous snake which was attempting to bite him. What was wrong with her? She was extremely different from the woman that he remembered. She had been right when she said that she was different, she was something else, something bad and rotten.Ā
"It's that old bitch, right? The one with blonde hair that lives in the castle. I have heard rumors about her and you, that you are sleeping with her. Is that true?"
Surprised, Adler looked at Amara with dismay in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" He asked her.
Amara's voice was high pitched as she seemed to be becoming hysterical. "You are fucking her, right? I knew it from the first day I set eyes on that picture of both of you together. How is it, is she better than me, huh!, you bastard!!"
She raised her hand and almost slapped him but he caught her hand and stopped her just before the slap could land on his cheek.
