Amelia's POV:
Was there really a need for an elaborate gem stone chandelier?!
Even the food on my plate looked so fancy I wasn't sure I could stomach it. There was just so much extravagance, and so much display of wealth that it was making me dizzy. Was all this from the packs Alastor had conquered? Was there a need for so much of it?
I drank some water, picked up my fork and pushed the food on my plate around.
"Is something the matter with the food?" Alastor asked. I raised my head and glanced at him. A spark of anger ignited in my belly. How dare he smile at me like nothing had happened?!
"I'm fine," I said with a tight smile.
"I asked about the food."
"Alastor," Maia said, her voice stern.
"What?" Alastor replied. "She hasn't eaten anything, is it wrong that I asked?"
Maia
