Nevaeh looked at him with trembling caution, her breath hitching in her throat. Before she could stop herself, a small whisper escaped her lips. "Kallos is the one with the beautiful name.
She mentally facepalmed, heat rising to her cheeks. She would have been red all over if she had fair skin. She had never meant to say that out loud. If Alpha Dewan had not been holding her so securely, she would have slapped her own mouth for the slip. Seriously, who named a male child Kallos? It was a name that carried grace and elegance, something that seemed almost too delicate for a man—let alone a king.
