“Huxley,” he interrupts, and for a moment I have no idea what he’s said. “And yeah, Kai, I heard you. But if you’re going to call me anything, you can use my name.” “That’s a stupid name,” I huff after a moment, twisting my hands in his grip. “Who the fuck names their kid Huxley?” “Probably the same kind of parents that name a kid Kaira,” he’s quick to respond. “And like you, I’ve got a nickname. You can call me Huxley, or”—he splays the fingers of his free hand against my stomach and curls them against my skin—“you can call me Hux.
Huxley
