You’re more like some Scholar. You have ink in your blood, boy, and no help for it. Books will never be just a business to you.’ ‘I’ve never failed to do what you asked,’ Jess said. ‘And I never asked anything of you that I didn’t think you could do. If I told you to throw that book you’re smuggling under your shirt on the fire, you’d fail me in that, sure enough.’ Jess’s hands clenched hard, and he had to work not to shout his answer. ‘I’m not a bloody Burner.’
