“Where did you say he’s from again, the dictionary?” But Matteo looked as if he knew exactly where Laith, with his kohl-rimmed amber eyes and curved dagger, was from. “I think you might know,” Arthie said. He struck Arthie as the sort who knew so much that they had no option but to act the opposite. Matteo tipped his head. “From a kingdom hewn of desert and strength, sprawling palaces and sparkling mirages. You’re Arawiyan.”
