“Do human women truly find him handsome?” Anhuset’s voice lacked its customary sarcasm. Her question held only disbelieving curiosity. Ildiko chuckled. “I imagine so. He’s blessed with good looks, a fine form and good character.” Brishen’s eye narrowed. Her praise seemed excessive. “And I imagine they don’t call him the Beladine Stallion for nothing.” He scowled.
