If he speaks my name, I’m his.
In the fae world, names aren’t just words—they’re ownership.
And I don’t have one anymore.
I survive by stealing identities. New names. New lives. Never staying long enough for anyone to realize the truth.
Until I’m sent to infiltrate a fae lord who collects them.
He owns kingdoms. He owns souls.
And the moment he looks at me, I know—
He won’t stop until he owns me too.
But every name I give him is a lie.
Every attempt he makes to claim me… fails.
Now he’s watching me. Testing me. Getting closer.
Obsessed with the one thing he can’t control.
If he discovers my true name, I belong to him.
If I take it back… I might not survive who I become.
And the worst part?
I think I want him to say it.
