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ALT The words come out before he can stop himself. “What is your name?” Blue eyes regard him with the haughty arrogance of eternal youth. “Who are you to ask such a thing?” His lip curls over tiny fangs. A shudder pulls through Morax’s body, one that has nothing to do with the fresh air. The pelt—it should seal his authority over this creature of magic. Instead, Morax is crumbling before those cerulean eyes. With a fortifying breath, he summons the power of the earth, of Geo and unbreakable rock, and when he reaches out, he is steady as stone. His hand is firm as he catches the man’s throat and yanks him up into a half-crouch. “Give me your name,” he grits out, “or I will give you one myself.”