AMAYA'S POV
Angela laughed after speaking.
I couldn't understand what was funny to her and it annoyed me to the bones how these people barely had any good ones. Why did everyone who knew what I was and who I was have something snide to say about me. It hurt me so much and made me restless. I was not comfortable here and I wanted to go home.
"Aw. Do you want to cry?" She scoffed. "I only told the truth. Weak people are not welcomed here."
With a grunt, Angela walked away, leaving me in the empty gazebo. I watched her walk away and saw from her steps that she commanded everything and everyone around her. There was power in her steps, and it made me think back to what she had said.
Angela was a war general. She most likely fought great wars and as a woman too. She was beautiful and attractive so that meant something for those who wanted her. Plus, she told me Maxim had gone to her room last night. They were perfect for each other and everything she said was the truth.
