I nod. I don’t trust my voice.
“Do you really want me to be your master, now? Outside of the bedroom and the circle of light? Or were you just saying that in the heat of the moment?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know I was going to say it until it escaped my mouth.”
“We’re going to need to talk later… although for now, I think it best to not assume you meant it literally. Fear sometimes makes people say things they do not intend, and in translation, the meaning is usually about needing security.”
My gaze keeps getting drawn to the tray of needles and sharp things behind me, and every time I force myself to look forward to Magister again, the effort required drains me. A part of me – a large part of me – would rather be running naked down a crowded street right now, pursued by hornets and r
