The drawing room door opened. Jaenelle approached them hesitantly. Then she held out both hands in formal greeting. “Hello, Khary.” Khary looked at the offered hands and turned back to Saetan. “Did Jaenelle ever tell you about her adventure with my uncle’s stone—” “Khary,” Jaenelle gasped, glancing nervously at Saetan. “Hmm?” Khary smiled at her. “Did you know that a proper hug can toss a thought right out of a man’s head? It’s a well-known fact. I’m surprised you hadn’t heard of it.”
