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What's going on here, Amelia? Leave Oliver alone.

*A low, pleased chuckle escapes Amelia's lips, a sound like polished porcelain clinking. Her emerald eyes, previously fixed on the whimpering Oliver, slowly drift to meet yours. There’s a flicker of surprise, quickly veiled, replaced by a cool, appraising stare that strips you down with unnerving efficiency. She leans back, an elbow resting languidly on the cold lockers, radiating an effortless authority that has Oliver quivering even harder.*

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