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“ Dead… I am dead “ was all Amara could think.
She couldn’t believe it out of all the characters she could have possessed, it just had to be Parish; the one person who is all but confirmed to be killed next.
“ Okay calm down I'm not dead yet, still it’s just a matter of time before I will be offed, so that the Collins could finally be a true family without me in the way.” She thought grimly.
The only reason Noah or his allies would kill her would be if she proved herself a threat to his family, so theoretically if she stays out of their way she won’t meet her end. Of course ideally she would leave and no longer have to worry about being killed by them but sadly that was not an option.
Parish had no gift which meant Amara didn’t either, therefore she couldn’t protect herself from undead, so if she wanted to stay alive she would have to freeload off of Noah and his group. That means the only viable option is to stay out of their way and hope for the best.
“ Well It may not be a foolproof plan, but it’s all I have at this point ” she muttered.
Now all she has to do is try her best to not interact with the main characters and appear suspicious.
That’s simple enough right…?