“So,” she said, wishing to turn the subject to something other than deadly Elantian spells and noxious-tasting caterpillar stews, “ ‘Shàn’jūn.’ ‘Kind, Noble One’?” He smiled and lowered his gaze in a gesture that rendered him unfairly pretty, soft black hair framing his slim face, eyes that curved with the flutter of long, dark lashes.
