He was one of those men who’d never been to war, but liked to talk about how great he would have been if he had. Butchering an animal was as close as he could get. Teia had seen his wood ax fall, and an ox fell lifeless and limp when the ax bit through its spine. She’d seen him make a mistake while drunk, and only crush a vertebra with a clumsy stroke, seen the cow’s back legs drop limp while the front still stood.
“You pinched my spine,” Teia said.
Murder brushed her cheek tenderly. “Smart. True, as far as it goes. But I don’t recommend you go around pinching spines randomly to figure it out. Do it wrong and you stop the heart or lungs. It took me six tries before I got it right. And then after I thought I’d mastered it, I paralyzed a boy permanently. Had to arrange it so it looked like he fell down a well. He lived for six months until someone forgot to give him water and he slipped away.”
“How many of you are there?” Teia asked.
“Few enough we’re always looking for more. Enough so we don’t take those unfit for duty. Can you move now?”
“Yes. May I?” Teia hated herself for asking, but Murder was like a wild animal. Any sudden move might set him off.
“Open your mouth,” he said. She did. “Good girl.”
With a wide finger and thumb, he pushed her lips back like she was a horse. She pulled back. “Be still!” he hissed.
She froze.
He pushed her lips up and down, manipulating them to give himself a better look in her mouth. Then he stuck a long, delicate finger in her mouth, feeling her teeth one by one, seeking out every imperfection, moving from the front of her mouth to the back. There was odd pleasure in his eyes.
Teia had the sudden, wild impulse to bite his finger off. She had no idea why his touching her like that felt like such a violation, but he made her feel dirty, his eyes wide with desire, not magic.
And then he was done. He pulled his finger out of her mouth. It was wet. He smelled it, then held it under her nose.
“Parsley,” he said. “Chew parsley, and your breath won’t be so foul.” Then he sucked his finger. “Smell.” He put his finger back under her nose.
She smelled. It smelled like spit to her. Ugh. Why had she obeyed him?
“So much better, don’t you think?” Master Sharp asked.
Teia said nothing. Her stomach was in knots, and she didn’t trust her voice. She was suddenly sure that he’d been tempting her to bite him. What would he have done if she’d given him that excuse? It was like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.
He stood. “Smart. And young. You’ll be formidable, Adrasteia. If you live. If you’re not given to an owner who decides to break that spirit in that most effective way a young woman’s spirit can be broken. I know you think you’re so strong nothing can break you. It’s a comforting lie, but don’t test it.
“Believe me, no one is that strong. But I don’t ask you to live in fear, Adrasteia. I merely suggest you use that wisdom you’ve shown before. Think not just about the fallout for you if you tell someone. Consider what happens to Commander Ironfist if he takes up your cause. Perhaps it would go well if I were to give your papers to any ordinary slaveholder. But if you pit Commander Ironfist against Andross Guile? Who do you think would win in that kind of fight? Ironfist is a good man, and he’ll go to his destruction for you, if you tell him.”
Teia wanted to kill him. How dare he threaten Ironfist?
“Or perhaps you can go to Karris? You have trained with her, after all.”
Teia hadn’t even thought of that, though now that he said it, she was sure she would have. Karris was a woman in the Blackguard, an Archer who knew their special burdens, and she was a good woman. But that Master Sharp had thought of it made her heart sink. He knew everything, and he was fast, faster than he had any right to be. Of course, he’d been preparing for this meeting, too.
There was a thought that was important behind that fact, but Teia couldn’t get to it past her fear. “What would happen to her?”
“Maybe nothing. High Luxlord Guile already hates her. Of course, now that she’s Gavin’s wife—or widow—they are family now. So I imagine the White will be pressing Karris to make peace with the old man. Karris might not be too eager to take up another cause that puts her in direct opposition to one of the most notorious grudge-holders in the Seven Satrapies. How well does she really like you? Or perhaps she will take up your case, and you’ll not only cost her her chance at peace, but he will win. The law is on his side, so he will win. And then what will he do to you to spite her?”