The man gave a pause and then asked, "Is that what they told you to say?" He knew. Elyse smiled faintly. "Does it matter?" His gaze narrowed. "I could have them removed. If you wish." A chill ran through her as she echoed, "Removed?" "They can splintered by an ax. Or a sledgehammer. I imagine they burn easily, too," he drawled. "The possibilities are endless. Like you said—accidents happen."
