The Lover

by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

don’t even know your name.” “I don’t have one.” “Everyone has a name.” “Everyone, but not everything.

“The name doesn’t matter. You know me. I have no silks or gold, but I’d promise to eat your enemy’s heart and tear their lungs out with my claws in exchange for your kiss, dear Judith, which is more than a prince could say.”