“We’ve a journey ahead of us. There will be time for all that.” “Well,” I cast about, feeling as if I’ve stepped into a rushing current and lost my footing. “Can I know your name?” The faerie draws his hand to his chin, his lips curling into a dangerous smile. “My name?” “If I am to undertake this impossible and deadly favor, I’d like, at the very least, to know the name of the creature pulling my strings.”
