"Ah, my lord! What brings you to this neck of the woods? We've been behaving ourselves, I assure you!" the madam exclaimed, trying to smooth things over.
Gabriel's piercing gaze swept the room before landing on Megan, who stood frozen, clueless about the situation.
He let out a cold laugh. "I seem to have lost something, and I heard someone might have come this way."
At his words, the madam's eyes flared with anger. "My lord, what have you lost? If that person is in this house, I guarantee they won't get away."
Gabriel casually brushed off his clothes. "It's nothing serious, just some money and a newlywed wife."
At that moment, my heart raced. Who is he talking about? Me?
The madam's smile froze on her face.
"My lord," she stammered, "we haven't had any new girls come in over the past few days."
She racked her brain for a plausible excuse, then suddenly turned toward my hiding spot.
Gabriel, clearly fed up with the whole charade, clasped his hands behind his back and fixed me with a steely gaze. "Amy," he said slowly, every word dripping with authority, "are you coming out on your own, or do I need to compel you to step forward?"