"I'm addicted to you."

I could see her turning, getting her butt up, her legs crossed, and I couldn't help but look at her butt, but my view was interrupted when she turned her face to the side, smiling at me.

— I have a very important question.

She said this, running her hand through her hair. I couldn't imagine what it would be, maybe about the blood moon or the curse that marked Louis's skin, but there were so many other things she could ask.

— Why do your brother's and your names start with the letter of your father's name? Like, Loid and Louis and Logan, why is that?

I looked at her, holding back the urge to laugh. It wasn't possible that I was nervous about this. I could see her blink at me; it was obvious that she didn't want to have a serious conversation now, which made me immensely relieved. I didn't even know what to do now; knowing about Louis had confused me about what my next step should be at the moment.

— It's a tradition in my father's family. The older brother, when he has sons, chooses a