~Amolet Everything is still and peaceful for a long moment. "This is Greed's mate?" "Apparently." Feeling slowly crawls back into my limbs. I can feel myself laying down, the softness of a bed beneath me. My mind is buzzing, trying to sort through a haze of fog, my memories stolen from me. And yet I don't feel any pain. The feeling is nearly euphoric, as if I'm floating, nothing able to touch me, to get to me. "Look, no one said Fate has the best taste."

~Amolet I back away from the door, looking at it as if it’s going to let in a plague. "Let him in,” Amolet says, as he knocks on the door again. I shake my head, looking between her and the door. I'm the one who killed Noah. I'm the reason he is here in the first place. If he is going to be angry at any one of us in here, it's going to be me, and now is not the time for me to be wrapped up in his revenge plot. "Seriously?" I gasp, slowly distancing myself from the door. Noah sings out again, making it very clear he knows we are in here, and isn't planning on walking away until we reluctantly let him in and confront him.

~Amolet I grit my teeth, pushing him off me. Surprisingly, he relents, stepping. Adjusting my clothing, I look over him. Whoever he is, he's tall and well built, wearing all black clothing. Is he Aven's brother or something? He wrestled me against the wall with ease, and is acting as if he has every right to do so. Part of me is tempted to punch him across the face and let him know how much I don't appreciate his brute force. "Freak..." I mutter, looking toward the stairs. I'm going to march down and ask Aven what is going on, and why one of her household members decided to slam me against the wall like I'm an intruder.