His To Possess
Luxe had replied, a finger on her chin as she nodded slowly.
Calla scrunched her nose, shaking her head. "No, that's my birth name."
Luxe’s eyes widened. “Gurl, no. You ain't 'possed to use ya real name in a place like this.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Rule number one—keep your real life and this life separate. Ya need a name that can’t follow you home.”
Calla had blinked, unsure. “Like what?”
Luxe grinned, tapping her chin like she was thinking hard. “Hmm… you look like a flower. Soft, but dangerous if someone touches you wrong.” Her lips curved. “Ivy.”