‘What are your names?’ she asked, her voice quiet yet firm. Their expressions mirrored one another, and told Thea it wasn’t often that the great Furies themselves were surprised. ‘That is not the question you came here with.’ ‘No,’ Thea admitted. ‘It’s not. But it is my question all the same.’ ‘No man who came before you asked such a thing.’ ‘I’m not a man.’
