He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him.He thought, how beautiful.

Altheia is Greek," Livvy said."She was the Greek Goddess of truth," said Kit. He shurgged when they stared at him. "Ninth grade book report."Ty's mouth crooked at the corner. "Very good, Watson.""Don't call me Watson," said Kit. Ty ignored this.

The Council?” said Kit. “How are they different from the Clave?”Livvy laughed harder.“I can see how your case might not be successful,” said Ty. “Though I suppose we could tutor you a bit.”“A bit?” said Kit.Ty smiled his rare, dazzling smile. “A bit.

He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.