Helena tilted her head, a sly curve pulling at the corner of her lips. "You don't even know my name. How can you be so obsessed?" Her tone was half teasing, half genuinely curious, like she was trying to decide if he was an idiot or something more dangerous.
Kayden's mouth opened, ready to respond with something quick, maybe even cocky, but what came out instead was a careful, "If it's about your name, I was going to ask—"
"Helena," she interrupted smoothly, her voice taking on the kind of crisp formality that could have belonged in a royal court. "Helena Arkwright."
Her chin lifted ever so slightly, as though the name itself formed an invisible crown over her head.
"And you?" she prompted, eyes narrowing in polite expectation.
