"There are some sounds, and some languages, that are so alien to our nature that the human brain naturally rebels at them. You'd think we'd take that as a hint. "Caitlin?" I managed to stammer, the rest slipping away from me. "Caitlin," she echoed. A sliver of tongue flicked across her pomegranate lips, as if tasting the name and coming away satisfied. "Yes. You may call me that. Now go."