“You can’t go around punching the King.” “Someone forgot to tell you that,” Kieran replied, brushing past Poppy. “You punch him?” Tawny asked, blinking. “No. Not really.” Poppy’s cheeks turned red. “She has stabbed me, though.” I took Poppy’s hand. “In the chest.” “Oh, my gods,” Poppy snapped as Tawny’s eyes went wide. “You really need to stop telling people that.”
