The Underworld Trials of Luna
“What’s your name?”
He turns to me, pursing his lips. “You don’t need to know that.”
“Well, I can’t keep calling you ‘the messenger’ and ‘that spooky guy.’ So?”
He smirks a little, I think despite himself. “Keep calling me that?”
I blink innocently at him, gesturing to Anton. “I had to explain to the wolf.”
He laughs, turning away. “My name is Nicodemus.”
I stare at him for a second before a smile spreads across my face. “That’s a mouthful. Can I call you Nicky?”