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Richard's POV: I excused myself from Alastor to check in on Amelia. I had her room moved closer to mine. It was better than the old one, and this time the window wasn't barricaded. I hoped she'd be smart enough to know she can't leave this place not now and not anytime soon. I felt angry at her. And that puzzled me a lot. Why was I angry at her? Because she met Alastor? That wasn't her fault was it? Dammit! Seeing her in that ridiculous outfit that I had forced her to wear, the way it hug to her body and flaunted her long legs, the way she looked in it....I hadn't intended for anyone else to see her. And especially not Alastor something about the way he looked at her was rubbing me the wrong way. I only allowed Conrad around her because I knew my beta had no feelings for her. Alastor