Sam was embarrassed. Here he had been grilling Rinaldi and had never even introduced himself. He started to give his name, but sudden suspicion stopped his tongue. Names were important, both magically and in the world of the shadows. How did Sam know if this priest—if he was a priest—was who he said he was? Rinaldi had admitted to being involved with this elf queen, Deigh. Maybe his involvement hadn’t ended. He might be one of Deigh’s flunkies and the whole friendly approach some kind of trap. The suspicion gnawed at Sam, and he hated himself for it.