“First thing, we need a blood sample,” Dex said. “I can scarce know where to begin without one. That’s where the tricky bit comes in. I—well, that’s what happened at Kenfig. I was attempting a blood-draw. Gwren heal so damnably quick; I had to use a silver dagger to cut—”
Seth flinched away. Only six months under the curse and he was well familiar with the pain of silver. Many families used silver flatware, not merely to impress, but simply because it was the best way to detect those so afflicted. Seth would be forever banned from the tea rooms; he could never so much as stir a cup of coffee, or lift a fork to a piece of cake, without revealing what he was.
“I don’t claim to understand; I cannot know the pain of silver against flesh. My patient went mad with it; perhaps I was making the
