Chapter 22Amy drove back to the pub in a daze, barely managing to make it through her routine on autopilot. Once she’d gotten the orders for produce, meats, and brewing needs sent in, she sat at her desk for nearly an hour before she finally shook herself and told Ashley she was heading home.
She said she wasn’t feeling well.
She wasn’t really lying. Her stomach had been a bubbling cauldron of lead and acid since she’d seen Amélie’s face staring back at her out of the binder of ferals known to be at large.
She’s been considered feral almost as long as I’ve been alive, but it can’t be possible. She doesn’t act like she’s out of control, she’s probably one of the most self- controlled people I’ve ever met.
This explains why she was so scared, though. She wasn’t afraid of the exam, or Eli
