POV (ALEC)
We watched as Bryan and Thomas struggled to get MaryAnne's bones out of the fire, while the demons silently observed from the sidelines. Anya, had emptied out one of her smaller bags which would be a resting place for MaryAnna until we could bury her with proper honors, whatever that might mean.
"This is insane." Oliver said, as his hands shook. "We should run, fight, get out of here. We're going die down here if we don't."
"Shut up Oliver." Yuri hissed. "You wanted Alec to prove it, so be quiet and watch."
"Wh... what was sh...she like?" Anya said in a quivering voice, as she handed the purple drawstring nylon bag to Thomas, who looked at me and just shook his head.
"You don't have to talk Anya. It's ok." I said.
"P..Please Alec, tell me. I can't stand the silence."
