Trouble

When Amelia arrives back at the Nomads domain, there is a lot of fussing going on, and all of it is coming from the cabin that Albert was being kept in. Gasping, she rushes forward and barges into the cabin to find that Victoria is hovering over the hunter with a knife at his throat.

“Where is she?” She hisses, pressing the blade against his skin enough to draw blood. “Tell me where you’ve taken Amelia!”

“I told you I haven’t done anything!” Albert growls before his eyes snap to Amelia. “She’s right fucking there!”

As he speaks, Victoria’s eyes slowly pull away from the hunter’s face and come to rest on Amelia’s. However, they don’t stay there long before they’re traveling to her neck, and a look of fury crosses her face.

“You went to see that wolf bastard?” She roars, pressing her knife harder against Albert’s throat so that a grunt of pain escapes him. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“First,” Amelia says, taking a tentative step forward. “Move your weapon.”

“Why?” Victoria asks,