I pulled away and stared at him again, waited for those arms to tighten, for the mouth to press and demand. Instead, the heavy lashes batted. "Tell me your name," Asterion murmured. Hadn't I? Hadn't he asked Lillian? But names were important, and this minotaur would want mine granted freely. "Evanthia," I said. More rain landed, faster and sharper now, cutting into my hair. Asterion's lips curled and he whispered my name, nodding. "Théa, goddess. Come inside now. This storm looks unforgiving."
