"No, you cannot have my name." Damian scoffs.

He knows how fae work. His mother insisted on teaching him about the realm of the supernatural— because anything is possible, in this world. The basic rules for interacting with your kind have been imprinted in his mind.

No eating fae food. No saying 'thank you', because it puts him in your debt. And definitely no letting you have his real name.

"You may call me Robin," he says. "If you must."