“I’m Alec.” He smirked, then dropped his gaze to my hands. “And you’re Artie.” My confusion only worsened. “Artie?” He ruffled his jet-black hair, which was shorter than Silas’s. “Yeah, for Artemis.” “My name isn’t Artie or Artemis.” He stared at me like I was clueless, or should have figured it out already. “You’re a huntress.”
