Grimm opened his eyes to look at me, and I grinned fiercely back. Amazingly, the corners of his own lips lifted in a small half smile. This was unheard of. I had earned more scowls than I could count, but never a smile. The expression transformed Grimm’s face into something I hardly recognized. With my words on his tongue, and the hum of the spellsong hanging thick in the air between us, I nearly found him beautiful.
