“I’ll take no ether, sir.” “Grace, you must understand—” “No, you must understand. I’ll not be witless for a moment.” Thornhollow frowned, his brows drawing together. “Do you not trust me?” “I trust you with my life. Nothing more.” The blade hovered in the air, the slightest tremor betraying him. “I’ll need you to be utterly still through the pain. You’re no use to me if you twitch and I accidentally put your eye out.” Grace sat straight in the chair. “I’ve been still through worse.”
