Chapter 304

• Tedmond didn’t flinch, but his mind quietly filed the thought away. He had shaken enough hands in the past—and been in enough sticky situations—to recognize the subtle signs.
• Back when he was constantly being sent to the countryside, he’d learned a thing or two from the retired old man who used to be in the military.
• That wasn’t a chef’s hand. It was a fighter’s. Maybe a hunter’s. Or worse—someone who had learned to make a blade feel like an extension of their arm.