““Pride,” he said. I frowned at them. “Come again.” “My name is Pride,” he said. His voice was a touch apologetic as if he weren’t too happy with it, either. I wondered if Mephistopheles was so adamant about his name because only a bold front would make it work at all. I wanted to ask if their mother hadn’t liked them, but resisted. I turned to Micah. I gave him a look that I hoped said clearly, These are the best of the five? “One of the other gold tigers is named Envy,” Micah said, face as empty as he could make it.””
