Emma glanced down at her hands, feeling torn about opening up about her legs.
It's not that she didn't want to share, it's just that no one had ever asked her about them before.
Her so-called "friends," the fake ones, were always too scared to broach the topic, fearing her reaction and the queen's punishment if they upset her.
Plus, she had a sneaky suspicion that they were only hanging around because they either wanted to tap into her power or because someone had threatened them into being friends.
Her Momma, mainly.
But this guy... he was just a perv who touched her butt, yet there was no deception in his eyes.
At least, that's what her skill was telling her.
He seemed genuinely pure in his intentions from the get-go.
Taking a deep breath, she decided she wasn't going to discuss her mother anyway.
There was no reason for a total stranger to know about her mom's secret.
