Did he harbor any ill will about the way she’d shot him? It didn’t appear so. Then again, she’d be the first to admit that she didn’t know much about djinn and their capacity for playacting. On the other hand, the wound had basically healed so you couldn’t even see where the entry point had been. She’d done more damage to his robes, actually; she noticed that the ones he wore this morning were a dark sapphire, with a wide border of silver. He sat there and ate, seeming to ignore the way the sleeve on his one arm remained pushed up. Possibly that was intentional. Those hanging sleeves could definitely get in the way while you were eating. Jordan did her best to look away as well, but it was difficult. She kept wanting to stare at the place where she’d shot him, to see if she could find any
