There’s not a moment of hesitation. With a shake of his head, he leans in again. “No, I mean your real name.” My real name. I don’t like to give my real name to strangers, but this man is staring into my eyes like he’s looking right past Madame Kink. And I don’t have a choice. Later, I’ll wonder why I didn’t tell him no or laugh it off. But I’ll never fully understand why I make the most fatal mistake of all. I let him see through the wall. “Eden,” I whisper.
