Judy’s POV
“Are you afraid of me?” I asked the boy, my eyes narrowed. “Or are you incapable of asking me for my name yourself?”
Matthew looked stunned by my directness. I was never one to sugarcoat anything and clearly his former tutors were exactly that type. His cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he glanced at the ground; Adam just looked amused.
“I am Matt. What is your name?”
I smiled at the small child and lowered myself, so I was at eye level with him.
“You may call me Judy,” I told him.
He lifted his head and squared his shoulders as if he was getting ready to fight.
“You are really good at shooting, but that doesn’t mean you are good at everything,” he said to me, his tone hardening, and the look in his eyes gave my chest a sinking feeling. “My tutors are all weak
