"What is this?" I hiss, sitting up defensively before springing over to the other side of the bed. It's not like Trinika is going to attack me or anything, but I don't like that it's the three of us in the room at the same time. I can deal with one at a time, but both is really stretching my limits. "Some sort of ambush? An intervention?"
"I am concerned about you, Amelia," Seth says quietly, standing up from the bed, remaining on the other side when I hold my hands in front of me like a shield. "You are clearly not dealing with things well...I'm not sure you're dealing with them at all. I don't think I am the right person to talk to about it, mainly because I am the cause of it—"
"So you're sending one of your henchwomen to gather intel for you—one of your spies?" I realize tears are ru
