“I have nothing to gift in exchange for the time spent under your mah’s roof.” There’s a moment of utter stillness before Kaan turns his head a little more—just enough for our eyes to meet. “Your name will do.” My name . . . I open my mouth, shutting it as I reconsider, then shake my head and blurt, “Raeve.” All the color drains from his face. He pulls a breath—slow. Like he’s consuming a meal he’s been looking forward to for longer than I care to admit. “Just Raeve?” Another name sizzles through my soul like a burning scream. Fire Lark. Fire Lark. Fire Lark. “Just Raeve,” I say, stuffing the
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