“she blurted. Now why the hell had she said that? He turned his head and finally looked at her again. “Of course not. Empousa is a title of respect, not a name.” “Well, it doesn’t really seem like it’s me yet,” she said. “Like just about everything here it seems foreign . . . odd . . .” Mikki stifled a sigh, wondering how it could be that she was talking so easily with this man-creature. “If not Empousa, then what shall I call you?” he asked. “Mikki,” she said. His thick brow furrowed, and for a... moment she thought she caught the glint of humor in his dark eyes. “Mikki? That is a name?” “It’s not my given name, but it’s what everyone calls me.” “What is your given name?” “Mikado,” she said. “Ah.” He nodded, and the candlelight glinted off a quick flash of too-sharp teeth as he smiled. “The Mikado Rose. It is appropriate.” Mikki took another drink of wine. With its spread of warmth through her body came a sudden, delicious sense of heady courage.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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