“No! Absolutely not!” Amy raged. The argument had been going on for hours. Enough time for me to begin contemplating actually doing this thing. There was a soft murmured reply from Stolas, and then Amy’s seething retort “Well then I’ll just fetch her and we’ll leave, shall we?” I winced. My fear had been stifling, but Amy’s complete and brutal take-over of my life decisions was beginning to grate.
“Why don’t you go tell him how you feel?” Char asked, putting another cup of hot chocolate in front of me. I wrapped my cold hands around it, trying to draw from its warmth.
“Because I don’t know how I feel.” I muttered belligerently and she chuckled softly, sitting down across from me.
“Well, let’s look at the facts, yeah? In the cons category, you’ve got the very real danger of entering a sl
