A Dangerous Deal with Mr. Blackwood
she replied, gently releasing Bethany's hands.
“I think it’s wonderful that your name is so straightforward. You don’t even need a cool nickname!” Bethany continued, her smile unwavering and genuine.
Ama rolled her eyes internally, feeling a pang of discomfort—she had never viewed her name as anything special. To her, it felt painfully ordinary, a reflection of her parents’ lack of creativity.
“Right, thanks… Anyway, you’re supposed to show me to the black diamond,” Ama interjected, eager to move past the small talk.