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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