Salt On Old Wounds.

Amara's words shook Fiona to the bone and that was the core ingredient that fueled her next outburst. "A threat?" She shoved Amara's shoulder, glaring even more at her as she took a daring step forward. "Who the hell do you think you've become? Having the guts to threaten me." She once again shoved Amara's shoulder. Amara clenched her jaw and tightened her fist, doing everything in her power to restrain her own anger that was slowly overlooking. But with Fiona constantly crossing the line, Amara found that to be a remarkably hard task. "Fiona, I think that's enough-" Bethany tried to speak up, but in an instance, she was silenced by Fiona. "Oh you keep quiet." She spat, glaring in the older female's direction with just as much hatred as she had for Amara. No, she had more hatred for Amara. Bethany's case just pissed her off because she wasn't used to having someone stand up for Amara. Heck, she wasn't even used to the new, spontaneous and sudden attitude that Amara had been giving she