I smile. “Yes, Mum. That’s Greer.” Greer’s eyes go as round as saucers, sheer panic taking over her face. It’s adorable. “May I talk to her?” My mum’s voice is hesitant, but I can tell how much speaking to the woman I’m supposed to marry would mean to her. I know she’s been worried I’ll end up as unhappy as her. I won’t, though. I know that now. “She wants to talk to you.” I arch an eyebrow at my fiancée, who looks far more nervous at the prospect of chatting with my mum than she ever does fighting demons. “Are you comfortable with that?” As much as I love my mum, I don’t want to make Greer
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