Amelia felt something twist in her chest at the way the two spoke — not like strangers, not even like enemies, but like… co-conspirators. As if she were the outsider here, not them.
This was bad. Very bad.
Her instincts screamed danger. If she made the wrong move now, she could lose her life in the next few moments — and there would be nothing she could do about it.
Heat surged in her chest, mingled with fear, and before she could stop herself, Amelia glared at Julies.
"Colluding with demons… Aren't you ashamed to call yourself Alice's servant?!" she spat, voice trembling despite her effort to sound firm.
'Damn it, what do I do now?'
The bravado in her tone didn't match her body — her fingertips were trembling, her legs tense, ready to bolt.
In front of her stood Julies Evans — a man even Alice couldn't fully handle. He had lost to her in a sparring match a few days ago, yes… but in the tournament, he had won.
