"What should I call you? Since we keep running into each other in such... intimate circumstances."
His lips quirk up. "Does it matter?"
"It matters when someone breaks into my bedroom." I cross my arms. "Unless you prefer 'creepy stalker who isn't actually a panther'?"
"That's quite a mouthful." He runs his fingers along the dresser's edge. "Most people just call me Shadow."
"Shadow? Really?" The best alias he could come up with is something from a teenage vampire novel?
"Would you prefer something more mundane? John Smith, perhaps?"
"I'd prefer the truth."
"The truth is rarely useful." He moves to the window, his reflection ghosting across the glass. "And names have power in our world, Nicole d'Armand."
