“Mister Alexander?” Paxton glanced at him, then at Huck, and then looked around as if seeking help. “Keyon Alexander?”

Keyon’s mind raced. Paxton? Huck? This situation was getting increasingly weird and exasperating, but as irked as he was, Keyon had no one to blame but himself. Staying in the cottage would have been a better life choice.

Huck’s eyebrows rose at Paxton like he was surprised that Paxton knew his name. Keyon wanted to groan.

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