About a week after my encounter with Preston in the living room, I come upstairs one day to find Knox stuffing knives and other weaponry into various hiding places in my bedroom. “Are you putting together a treasure hunt or something?” I ask dryly, leaning against the doorframe as I cross my arms. Knox glances at me over his shoulder as he slips a small sheathed knife into my underwear drawer. “Yeah. A treasure hunt for anyone who tries to fuck with you. It’s called ‘how many ways can you get murdered by River?’ And the answer is gonna be ‘a lot.’”
