Change the subject. Change the subject. Change the subject. “Why haven’t you gotten your lip taken care of, anyway? They can heal it. A small cut like that? It’d be gone with one tiny touch—” Kingfisher’s eyes narrowed, still boring into me. “I was going to get it seen to after this, but now I’ve decided against it.” “Hah. Right.” I ripped a piece of cheese from the block he’d slapped on the plate for me and shoved it into my mouth. “Yes. Just now, actually. I’m going to keep it as a souvenir.”
