A step retreated behind me. "I like your face," I ground out, and the steps stopped again. "I worry…I worry I will remind of your time at The Seven Veils." "You are a minotaur. I am a demigoddess. Laszlo has talons. Conall, a tail," I recited, shrugging and standing straight again. "I'm not human, Asterion. I've—" fallen in love with "—admired many faces in my long life." He fidgeted at my back, eyeing the door. "I was never raped by a minotaur," I said plainly, and Asterion let out a gargle of anger and sorrow. "There were werewolves at The Seven Veils, but that doesn't mean I fear Conall."
