“I am Leandros,” I offer, not yet letting go. “Your name?” He nods his head shortly. “Aster, my good warrior.” “Aster? Your parents named you for the stars?” His shrug is slight. “Fitting,” I say, bringing his hand up. “You have stars in your eyes with the way they shine.” He pulls in a soft breath when I bow my head, my lips brushing his skin. “It is my absolute honor, Aster, to have met you in this life.”
