human?
Blowing out a long breath, Dorian opened
his eyes.
A man stood across the snowy clearing.
Dorian bowed low. “Gavin.”
The first King of Adarlan had his eyes.
Or rather Dorian had Gavin’s eyes, passed
down through the thousand years between
them.
The rest of the ancient king’s face was
foreign: the long, dark brown hair, the harsh
features, the grave cast of his mouth. “You
learned the marks.”
Dorian rose from his bow. “I’m a quick
study.”
Gavin didn’t smile. “The summoning is not
a gift to be used lightly. You risk much, young
king, in calling me here. Considering what
you carry.”