I twisted my ankle, showing off the sharp stiletto. “It’s not as fine as a tattoo needle, but I can poke some holes in you if need be.” He grinned from ear to ear. I raised an eyebrow. “Does need be?” He chuckled. “No, ma’am.” “You’re supposed to say, ‘no, my queen,’ Gracie whispered. “Yeah, I’ll leave that to your dad,”
