“Aedonimus,” I echoed, my heart squeezing when he gave a soft smile and turned his face to nuzzle my palm. “What did it mean?” I whispered, stroking my fingertips over the cabling on his cheek. “What I said?” “It means ‘I return your name to you, Aedonimus ag ni Boetna’.” The way he said his own name was weirdly hot. Deep and rich, rolling off his tongue. I shivered.
