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Maggie Skugge was exactly the kind of woman I would have expected to raise someone like Kayde—very sharp-eyed and carrying herself with this sense of authority.
“It’s… nice to meet you too, Mrs. Skugge,” I managed, my voice quieter than I wanted it to be, and she smiled.
“So, how long have you two known each other?” She was still looking at me, not at her son, which meant she wanted me to answer. I opened my mouth, unsure what to say. How was I supposed to explain that I was her son's escort? That I had signed a contract? What would she think of me?
Before I could find any words, Kayde jumped in once more. “Not long,” he said, and I was grateful for the save, but shame still burned hot in my chest.
The door opened behind us just then, and the man from the other day, Reaper, th
