Chapter 112:
Amelia's POV:
The glass bunny is still weighing heavily on my mind.
I can't get it out of my head. The notes, the red syrup, the head snapped off clean. The very clear but yet very unclear message in the entire gift that I couldn't understand. Just last night I had a nightmare about it.
My nerves feel rattled. And it's only been a day since the bunny incident. I wished desperately that there was more to the message and the present so I could understand it perfectly. But alas I had nothing else to work with. Just the realization that I had been in Alastor's pack before now, but I couldn't remember anything about it.
And then there's Richard of course.
I raised my head from my book and glanced at him. Seems like I'm back to being his maid, or whatever it is our positions
