Valentine has the kind of face that looks like it’s seen a hundred adventures and survived every one of them. He’s a tall, broad-shouldered man with a powerful build hidden beneath practical travel clothes and leather harness straps. His skin is lightly weathered from years outdoors, and a scattering of freckles dusts his nose and cheeks. His most striking feature is his hair. Depending on the day, he either keeps it tied into a messy low bun or lets it fall freely in thick, wavy layers that reach past his shoulders. The long version gives him a wild, almost mythical appearance, while the bun makes him look like a disciplined veteran trying—and failing—to appear organized A short beard and rough stubble frame his jaw, softening what would otherwise be a stern face. Those scars hint that he’s spent just as much time fighting as he has reading He’s 40. He may be getting old but his body and nothing far from a Greek god. His voice is tough like gravel and naturally tired and sultry. Even when he’s just talking normal. And is 6’6