It was not wise to make certain sounds before the Master.
With Handel’s head still pushed up, Vernon turned to Lowrane. “Keep your speeches shorter and more to the point, next time. The boy is too dense to understand anything not said with a sword.”
He faced Handel, “And you… Keep your eyes on the prince.” He lowered his chin while keeping Handel’s up, his throat exposed. He slid his index finger down Handel’s throat, never releasing the elite’s gaze. Handel kept his head raised.
Vernon swung his digit, swift and fierce. A sliver of blood showed on Handel’s flexed gullet.
“And nothing else,” the Head Healer rumbled. Handel did not flinch.
Both elites bowed and backed out of the room silently.
Vernon went back to his testing, working till noon.
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As Vernon went to bed, Chry
