The Earl was tall and broad, his body not unlike the huge Manticore he shifted into on the battlefield. He was a handsome man, with dark hair which hung in loose waves to his nape, his gaze piercing with a strong jaw and a mouth I had always felt was suited to smiling, though I couldn’t say I’d ever seen him tempted into doing so. He was young for an Earl at only thirty-seven years, but his eyes always seemed so much older.
