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“You’re not hungry?”
“I don’t have much of an appetite right now. And you look emaciated.”
“I’m not taking your food.”
“Eat,” he insisted.
She took a bite. It slid thickly down her throat and settled in her stomach with a wonderful heaviness. She hadn’t been so full for such a long time.
“How’s your face?” Nezha asked.
She touched her cheek. Sharp twinges of pain lanced through her lower face whenever she spoke. The bruise had blossomed while the opium seeped out of her system, as if one had to trade off with the other.
“It feels like it’s just getting worse,” she said.
“Nah. You’ll be fine. Father doesn’t hit hard enough to injure.”
They sat awhile in silence. Rin watched fish jumping out of the water, leaping and flailing as if begging to be caught.
“And your face?” she asked. “Does it still hurt?”
In certain lights Nezha’s scars looked like angry red lines someone had carved all over his face. In other lights they looked like a delicately painted crosshatch of brush ink.
“It hurt for a long time. Now I just can’t feel anything.”
“What if I touched you?” She was struck by the urge to run her thumb over his scars. To caress them.
“I wouldn’t feel that, either.” Nezha’s fingers drifted to his cheek. “I suppose it scares people, though. Father makes me wear the mask whenever I’m around civilians.”
“I thought you were just being vain.”
Nezha smiled but didn’t laugh. “That too.”
Rin ripped large chunks from the steamed bun and barely chewed before swallowing.
Nezha reached out and touched her hair. “That’s a good look on you. Nice to see your eyes again.”
She’d shorn her hair close to her head. Not until she’d seen her discarded locks on the floor had she realized how disgusting it had become; the scraggly tendrils had grown out greasy and tangled, a nesting site for lice. Her hair was shorter than Nezha’s now, close-cropped and clean. It made her feel like a student again.
“Has Kitay eaten anything?” she asked.
Nezha shifted uncomfortably. “No. Still hiding in his room. We don’t keep it locked, but he won’t come out.”
She frowned. “If he’s that furious, then why don’t you let him go?”
“Because we’d rather have him on our side.”
“Then why not just use him as leverage against his father? Trade him as a hostage?”
“Because Kitay’s a resource,” Nezha said frankly. “You know the way his mind works. It’s not a secret. He knows most things and he remembers everything. He has a better grasp on strategy than anyone should. My father likes to keep his best pieces around for as long as he can. Besides, his father was at Sinegard before they abandoned it. There’s no guarantee he’s alive.”
“Oh” was all she could say. She looked down and realized that she had finished Nezha’s bun, too.
He laughed. “You think you can handle something more than bread?”
She nodded. He signaled for a servant, who disappeared into the cabin and reemerged a few minutes later with a bowl that smelled so good that a disgusting amount of saliva filled Rin’s mouth.
“This is a delicacy near the coast,” Nezha said. “We call it the wawa fish.”
“Why?” she asked through a full mouth.
Nezha turned it over with his chopsticks, deftly separating the white flesh from the spine. “Because of the way it shrieks. Flails in the water crying like a baby with a rash. Sometimes the cooks boil them to death just for fun. Didn’t you hear it in the galley?”
Rin’s stomach turned. “I thought there might be a baby on board.”
“Aren’t they hilarious?” Nezha picked up a slice and put it in her bowl. “Try it. Father loves them.”
Chapter 8
“If you have an open shot at Daji, take it.” Captain Eriden jabbed the blunt end of his spear at Rin’s head as he spoke. “Don’t give her a chance to seduce you.”
She ducked the first blow. The second whacked her on the nose. She shook off the pain, winced, and readjusted her stance. She narrowed her eyes at Eriden’s legs, trying to predict his movements by watching only his lower body.
“She’ll want to talk,” Eriden said. “She always does, she thinks it’s funny to watch her prey squirm before she kills it. Don’t wait for her to say her piece. You’ll be deathly curious because she’ll make you, but you must attack before your chance is gone.”
“I’m not an idiot,” Rin panted.
Eriden directed another flurry of blows at her torso. Rin managed to block about half of them. The rest wrecked her.
He withdrew his spear, signaling a temporary reprieve. “You don’t understand. The Vipress is no mere mortal. You’ve heard the stories. Her face is so dazzling that when she walks outside, the birds fall out of the sky and the fish swim up to the surface.”
“It’s just a face,” she said.
“It is not just a face. I’ve seen Daji beguile and bewitch some of the most powerful and rational men I know. She brings them to their knees with just a few words. More often with just a look.”
“Did she ever charm you?” Rin asked.
“She charmed everyone,” Eriden said, but didn’t elaborate. Rin could never get anything but blunt, literal answers from Eriden, who had the dour visage and personality of a corpse. “Be careful. And keep your gaze down.”
Rin knew that. He’d been saying it for days. Daji’s preferred weapon was her eyes—those snake’s eyes that could ensnare a soul with a simple look, could trap the viewer into a vision of Daji’s own choosing.
The solution was to never look her in the face. Eriden was training Rin to fight solely by watching her opponent’s lower body.
This turned out to be particularly difficult when it came to hand-to-hand combat. So much depended on where the eyes darted, where the torso was pointed. All motion on oblique planes came from the upper body, but Eriden chided Rin every time her eyes strayed too far upward.
Eriden lunged forward without warning. Rin fared slightly better blocking the next sequence of attacks. She’d learned to watch not just the feet but the hip—often that pivoted first, set into motion the legs and feet. She parried a series of blows before a strong hit got through to her shoulder. It wasn’t painful, but the shock nearly made her drop her trident.
Eriden signaled another pause.
While Rin doubled over to catch her breath, he drew a set of long needles out of his pocket. “The Empress is also partial to these.”
He flung three of them toward her. Rin hopped hastily to the side and managed to get out of the needles’ trajectory but landed badly on her ankle.
She winced. The needles kept coming.
She waved her trident madly in a circle, trying to knock them out of the air. It almost worked. Five clattered against the ground. One struck her on the upper thigh. She yanked it out. Eriden hadn’t bothered to blunt the tips. Asshole.
“Daji likes her poison,” Eriden said. “You’re dead now.”
