Now I could see that he actually was handsome enough, just like all the djinn, with the sort of heavy eyelashes that could make a man look as if he was wearing eyeliner even when he wasn’t, and a firm chin and fine brow with thick dark hair flowing away from it. Unlike the time he’d visited the house Jace and I shared, Zahrias now wore a heavy quilted sort of robe over the billowing pants, although reddish-gold jewelry still gleamed at his wrists and his throat.
His feet were planted firmly on the floor, and that made me wonder if he had to make an effort to do that, so as not to scare the human.
“Jessica Monroe,” he said. His voice possessed a harsh edge that Jace’s lacked, although they both had rich-sounding baritones.
I forced myself to look squarely at him, even though I felt like
