"Yes, mum," Dawns voice barely above a whisper as she retreated tot he door. As she reached for the handle it was jerked from her grasp, the door burst open and Charles strode through
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"Olivia," Charles barked once the door shut behind them. One eye looked up from the barrel of a pistol as she poured a measure of powder to the gun. It shot back down as she fumbled with a tear of wad. Charles stepped to the far side of the desk and leaned over it, two hands pressing ten fingers upon the wooden surface. "Captain, Olivia," he began again, a bit more forceful, "the Witch needs its mistress to regain control over her passions."
Olivia slammed the pistol loudly to the desk, "Coontrol oer mee passeeons?" She demanded, her dark one eye spitting venom into the cold blue of Charles. "Eend
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