AMELIA
"You're not real," I said, sharply getting up and walking away from that ... Goddess, I didn't even know what to call it, or him. Ghost? A hard no, since he'd grabbed me and dragged me back into the house. Living being? Another impossible thing, because I was still quite alive - and from what I understood, my and my baby's deaths were a fairly essential requirement for Clayton to come back to life.
Clayton rolled his eyes. "You're also as melodramatic as your mother. Of course I'm real, for heaven's sake."
"That's not possible," I insisted.
Erik - we have a problem.
I'm a little busy right now! Why aren't you out of the house?! That rift in the barrier won't stay open forever!
"My God, of course it can," Clayton huffed in a bored tone. "Devon is ... a little over the top,
