In Mercy, Rain (Wayward Children, #7.5)

by Seanan McGuire

Dr. Bleak would have had a great deal to say about apprentices with wandering eyes and well-controlled hands, who gathered bouquets of poisonous wildflowers for Gideon in the Abbey of the Drowned Gods, who sighed and swooned when the shepherd girls cast sloe-eyed looks in her direction. Jack might not notice looking at anyone differently than anyone else, but that was at least in part because she seemed to be one of those lucky few who found beauty everywhere she looked. He doubted she’d ever act on any of the things she was feeling—she was too disinclined to view the human body as anything other than a field to be harvested or a machine to be repaired—but he also doubted she would ever realize she was missing anything, as that would require her to admit that she wanted to do things she would otherwise view as revolting.