a voice gently said.My eyelids fluttered and I turned on my side. The voice sounded so familiar but if it was true then it would be a dream walking through my nightmare. “Wendeline, my little German brat,” the voice said affectionately brushing a hand over my hair. “Wake up.”I groaned as I turned on my side and forced my eyes open. I blinked a few times to get them to focus and I turned my head slightly. The kindest face, the brightest blue eyes, and the most genuine smile greeted me. It was her. It was Amity; her hair was no longer completely blonde, but it was her. I sat up and wrapped my arms tightly around her, crying into her chest. She laughed kindly and hugged me close. Neither of us said anything further, we just held each other until I was done crying like a lost child. “I’m sorry about your friend.”I pulled away from Amity slightly and saw Kerstan suddenly standing behind her, his arms crossed over his chest. “You killed her!” I shrieked jumping up from the bed and trying to claw at him.
