A TRUE NAME MEANT.... “You can’t be fae,” I countered. “You have a wolf inside you.”
His lips pursed, somehow managing to remain beautiful in the process. This time his eyes were the ones averted. “Half fae. Half wolf,” he murmured, as if he didn’t want to share the information. “Now will you listen?”
A true name wasn’t given lightly. With that knowledge, I could do more than freeze his muscles. I could force him to obey.
I cleared my throat. “May I test it?”
His muscles tensed but he nodded. “Of course.”
“Rune Pelletier”—I whispered the words, not wanting them overheard—“leave me.”
It was the obvious use of his true name. The one thing he clearly didn’t want to do.
But he rose to his feet. Half-bowed. Turned toward the exit.
If Rune was pretending, he was doing a fine job of it. H
