“Catriona?” She stares at me, one glove still half off. “You know your letters?” I bow in what I hope is a proper curtsy. “I do, ma’am. I must apologize for keeping it from you, but I feared you might think I had airs above my station.” “Airs above your…?” She arches a brow at Duncan. “This is Catriona, is it not?” “I fear I am somewhat changed, ma’am,” I say. “Due to the concussion I received during my incident.”
