It was far more flesh than Arthie was accustomed to seeing from members of high society. Jin coughed, throwing out a word in the midst of it. “Ogling.” She was not. “Matteo Andoni,” said Arthie, ignoring Jin. He had the fine aristocratic features unique to the neighboring country of Velance, making him as much an immigrant as she and Jin, but without the struggle. “Arthie Casimir.” He matched her slow drawl.
