Shield of Sparrows (Shield of Sparrows, #1)

by Devney Perry

At his command, the attention of the men shifted in our direction. Five pairs of Turan eyes with green starbursts in their irises dragged over Margot and Mae while the Guardian’s silver gaze locked on me instead. It was as uncomfortable as the Voster magic. Father gave Margot a nod. She put her hand on Mae’s lower back, and together, they walked toward the Turans with me trailing a step behind. The Turan in the center of the group wore a circlet across his forehead. The band wasn’t inlaid with jewels or gems. It was a twist of metal threads, woven together to form a line of silver. His brown hair was shorter than any of the others’, the soft waves pushed away from his face, the ends curling slightly at his nape. The sides of his crown disappeared beneath the strands at his ears. A small scar cut through one of his eyebrows. His eyes were the color of moss on a stormy day. The shade nearly swallowed the green starbursts in his irises. Prince Zavier was handsome. Stunning, really, with a robust masculinity. And he was bored. There wasn’t a hint of interest at meeting his future bride. At any moment, I expected to see him yawn. The Guardian, however, looked amused, like this was all a joke. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he smirked.