Nodding, he pulls a gold pen out of his breast pocket and, without question, signs the papers and folds them back. “Take this down to the city office. They’ll approve.” “Thank you.” He holds out the paper, but just as I reach for it, he pulls it back, just out of my reach. He pins me with a long stare. “I can’t help but notice that this is typically a job for the Lords’ Lady.” Blood rushes to my face so fast it almost makes me dizzy. “Yes,” is my answer, barely a breath. I’m so rigid that I don’t even move when he reaches for my wrist, lifting it to inspect the cuff. I catch the hint of
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