"Let me do it, Julies."
He stiffened, eyes darting around the hall as if afraid someone might overhear. "No, Lady Frost. You can't."
"Why not?" Amelia's voice was soft, coaxing, yet there was a note of insistence beneath it. "I'm sure no one's looking."
His jaw tightened. "Because… it's wrong."
"It's not wrong," she countered, stepping just a little closer. "It'll be over in an instant."
Julies hesitated, his grip tightening on the object as though he were holding himself back from handing it over. "That's not the point."
Amelia tilted her head, her lips curving into a faint, almost teasing smile. "Then what is the point?"
He met her gaze for the briefest moment before looking away. "…The point is, you're not supposed to."
She let out a quiet breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied him. "Julies, if I wanted to follow every rule, I wouldn't be here right now."
