Birthright

Yeesh. Hostility. Her eyes had gone from a kind of bewildered naivety, which he rather liked because it was adorable, to suspicious in five seconds flat. “Yeah,” he said. He dropped his hand and looked at a flyer taped to the table. “Which means I’ll hear it if you start whispering an incantation, so if you’re going to do it, no need to be stealthy. I say go big or go home.”

His mannerisms didn’t suggest any imminent danger. Of course, vampires could turn on a dime, lash out faster than a normal person could flinch, but he seemed more interested in perusing the sale prices than doing so. And maybe a little bit hurt, which even Daniel had to acknowledge was odd.

“I named you. I figured naming myself is the least I could do.”