I walked down the hallway, back to where I had came from. The note said that I had to wait until Cassian was ready to speak to him again, but I had an idea in mind. I found the front door and again, tried to walk out. My plan was that one of the Illyrians would swoop down and take me to Rhys for not obeying the rules. But instead, I was paralyzed the second I moved past the doorway. I tumbled over, knocking my head on the doorframe. Cold, invisible fingers dragged me up the stairs, and by the time I had gotten all the way up, I had bruises all over me. Rage filled me, and before I could be humiliated by being locked in my room, I summoned all the power I had and fought back. Too easily, I could move again, the hands gone. Brushing myself off, I found a huge rip in my pants. I groaned. What was I supposed to do, stand there all day waiting until someone could get me another thing to wear? I returned to my room, where, on the bed, there was silky pants that flowed down to my ankles and a matching sleeveless top, as well as undergarments. There was another note beside it, that read, 

I knew you would do something to ruin your outfit, so you have no choice but to wear this now. I can't wait until Cassian sees you.  

Grumbling to myself, I hastily changed. All the clothing fit perfectly, but the top was too revealing for my liking. I searched for my other shirt that I had been wearing, but it, and the ripped pants, were gone. "Gah!" I stormed out. There was a mirror hanging at the edge of the hallway, and I stared at myself. There were dark shadows under my eyes, but I looked... Flawless. As soon as the thought came into my mind, I pushed it away. I never had a look like this. I had long jet-black hair, and silver eyes now. I looked at myself, where I only saw a glimpse of my old being. But that faded from my eyes, and I found that I... I needed a shower. I was about to hysterically laugh. Me, needing a shower? And this long hair was annoying me. 

But I soon realized that I had to go to the bathroom. And there was no bathroom. I roamed the halls until I found a door that was unlocked. Inside, there was a toilet and a shower. Shivering, I took off my clothes and started the shower. But cold, icy water rained down. "RHYS!" I shouted. The water became warm again and I was almost done washing myself when there was a thump from downstairs. Oh no. 

I could hear Cassian's voice, angry and sad. I hurriedly got out and tried to find my clothes. They were gone, again! Fuming with anger, I was about to rip the shower curtain off and use it as clothing when a strapless dress, extremely short, with barely enough material to cover me appeared. I put it on as fast as I could- just as the door slammed open. Rhys was there, grinning at me. He looked me up and down, stopping at my face. 

"How do you like it?" I crossed my arms and glared at him. "Get me something else." He shook his head, laughing as he called Cassian. He appeared, and when he saw me, he looked surprised. "Amren?" He stifled a giggle as I stood there, glaring at him. I ignored the thought to hide in the shower curtain. A woman appeared behind them, with golden hair and a stunning red dress even more smaller than my own. 

"You must be Amren!" She squealed and hugged me. I stood there, stiffly as she turned around and faced Rhys. "Can we keep her?" Rhys laughed. "She hasn't said anything yet, Mor." Rolling her eyes, she turned around to me again. "I'm Morrigan, but you can call me Mor. And we're going to get along just fine! Come here, your hair looks horrible." She pulled me out the door and into the room beside mine. 

"Good luck." Cassian smiled thinly. 

"So, Amren, tell me how Rhys found you again. Didn't he say you were drowning and he rescued you?" I nodded blankly, as Mor sat me down in a chair in front of a huge mirror. Mor paused her flitting hands and looked at me. "Well, say something!" I was confused. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm fixing up your hair! It looks like a rat made a nest in there!" She exclaimed. I pondered that for a moment. I sat there awkwardly as Mor started to brush my hair. "And how long will this take?" Without a moment's pause, she answered, "As long as it will take." 

Once she was done brushing my hair, she started to braid it. "Well, aren't you going to tell me something about you?" I asked. Talking as she worked, she answered quietly, "I will get there." Her hands paused for a moment, but she turned on her smile again, and I grumbled, "So I'm stuck with a hot-tempered monster, a pretty obsessive fashionista, and a lunatic who thinks saving me from drowning means I owe something to him?" Mor laughed. "Well, you got that right. But don't you think that you do owe a debt to Rhys? After all, he saved your life." 

I threw my hands up in the air, earning a glare from Mor. "Well, am I supposed to save his? I can't stay here! I finally got free, after all." Mor said softly, "You know, he saved more than one life. And, wherever you came from probably is worse than being coddled with everything you could possibly want!" I scowled. "I came from the Prison. Beat that." I had expected this golden-haired princess of sorts to freeze and run away in disgust or something, but, instead, she whispered, "I was tortured almost to death and was on the edge of living when Rhys rescued me. And I owe my life to him. You better hurry up and realize that this place, this new life, this new chance- is something you'll forever have thanks to him." 

Mor stood up haltingly and I felt something in my chest. Oh, dear, another human feeling. But for some reason, I did not want to leave things like this. "Wait, I- I'm sorry...?" I had never said those words to anyone. You do not apologize to anyone. A voice inside her, the place she had always belonged to, whispered. And yet, she had. 

Mor laughed, sudden and amused. "Great. You're acting like you have a heart. Now go say the same thing to Cassian."She turned around and as she closed the door, she added, "Oh, and apologize to Rhys, too. You'll get on his good side." The door slammed shut, and for a moment I sat there in silent awe. What a mess. I thought, but as I said it, I still seemed to regret it. I wished I could be back in my original form, where nothing and everything was mine to control. But then again... I closed my eyes and was whisked back to the past. Everything was fuzzy in my memories, but I remembered. Before, before my power, before I was Made, when I was human. 

"Amren." The single word, my name, pulled me back to reality. "What do you want?" I yelled. "I have something for you... You have to open the door, though." Rhys's annoying voice came from behind the door. Does this idiot think I'd want anything from him? But, still, some kind of allure came from whatever Rhys had. She cautiously opened the door. Rhysand, in a black suit, handed her a box. "Open it later. Come downstairs." 

I grabbed the box, threw it into the room, and gazed up at those violet eyes. "No."  I whispered with a gleam in my eyes. Rhys rolled his eyes. "If you're going to rebel, you picked the wrong person." I studied my nails. "Why is that? Because I think I'm stronger than you, the last time I checked." Rhys snorted. "Yes, well, you're either going to come down the stairs screaming and shrieking or at least with a sense of dignity." I was about to shut the door in his face when Rhys smiled. It was an evil grin, more of a sneer than a smile, but while I was contemplating what it meant, he threw me over his shoulder and tightened his grip.

I didn't bother escape. Summoning my powers up, I blasted Rhys with all of my might. It didn't work. As Rhys neared the stairs,  me still on his shoulder, and panic setting in, I dug into his arm with sharp nails and tried to kick him between his legs, but Rhys had pinned my foot against his arm the moment I had moved. "Rhys..." I growled. "Let me go, or I'll scream to everyone listening that you're a self-absorbed, annoying little son of-" Rhys had stiffened at the word, self-absorbed, and had now come to a stop at the top of the stairs. Without warning, he flung me down the flight of steps without even breaking a sweat. Even though my power had stopped working, my instincts were on high alert. Digging into the wood rail, I managed to twist myself around and come to an elegant stop while Rhys stood grinning. "Get down here, Illyrian, and I'll kill you in your own house! You-"

 I stopped shouting as I realized the others were watching me with amused looks. Brushing myself off, I channeled my rage and schooled my features. "Hello, Amren." The quiet one, the one who looked like a statue, said. His voice was like... a shadow. It reminded her of her being in the Prison.

Mor, still in her dress, called out to me. "This is Az, and you know Cass." I nodded towards the Illyrians. I wasn't still too concentrated on them, but rather on the Fae behind me, who had stepped down the stairs. Rhys was still smirking, I could tell. Not for long, I couldn't help but think, and I slammed my foot backwards and straight into its target.

I fought myself not to look back, and let a faint smile on my lips, as curses echoed around the room. Azriel, the quiet one, looked shocked, but Mor was giggling. "You totally had that coming. Good one, Amren!" Cassian was hooting with laughter, and I politely went over to sit beside Mor as we all watched Rhys stumble to his feet.

Glowering at all of us, he finally thudded into a chair beside the fireplace. "All of you are idiots." He muttered.