“I’ll be fine.” They weren’t my first or worst injuries from the ring. “Ice and disinfectant,” she said firmly. “Now.” “Or what?” I shouldn’t be indulging her, but she was so endearing when she tried to boss me around that I couldn’t resist. Her eyes narrowed. “Or I’ll place every candlestick in this house at uneven intervals and make sure your foods touch every. Single. Meal. Greta will help me. She likes me more than you.” I took back what I said about her being endearing. She was fucking evil.