“You didn’t think I’d succeed at killing him?” “I wasn’t quite sure you’d succeed at the whole making-him-fall-in-love part,” she corrected. “Wow,” I muttered. “You are a bit…temperamental. And those around you do have a tendency to end up stabbed,” she began with a sheepish grin. “I figured you’d probably get yourself killed by growing impatient and just stabbing him.” Nyktos barked out a short laugh. “Now, that was incredibly astute.”