“How is she related to Ilsa Markov?” he asks Cat. “Ilsa’s grandfather and Evalina’s father were brothers. And guess what Evalina’s father’s name was?” Cat says, throwing a triumphant glance at Ares. “What?” Ares says dully. “Hedeon Markov,” Cat replies, in the tone of a slamming book. Ares shrugs like that doesn’t prove anything, but Hedeon and I both gape at Cat, suitably impressed. Cat says, “I could see a girl, forced to give away her baby, wanting him to have a family name, since he wouldn’t have her surname.”
