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KAYDEN “Kayden Lucas Davenport.” I wince at Mom’s voice as I tap my pen on the desk. She only uses my full name when she’s mad. And she’s almost never mad. Leaning back in my campus office chair, I let my gaze wander to the neatly organized files in front of me. It’s impossible not to think about the last time I bent my little monster over this desk—his moans, groans, and the way he called my name in that hoarse, aroused voice he reserves just for me. Only me. The thought of anyone else seeing him like that, hearing him like that, makes my vision haze red. But then again, I’ve already decided—there will be no one after me. Never. “Is it true?” Mom’s voice quivers, pulling me back. “Did you use my last name and go all the way to the UK for Cassandra?” “It’s not what it seems,” I say, keeping my tone calm. “Is Mom Jina there?” “I’m here, Kay,” Mom Jina replies, her tone gentler. “But I won’t interfere. Rachel wants the truth, and she deserves that. We both do.” “There’s no truth, really,