“And for the love of the goddess.” She pins me in place with her stare. “Do not stab him.” Dane snickers at that, but I only feel confusion. “Um, stab who? You’re going to need to be more specific. There are a lot of people I want to stab on a regular basis.” “You’ll know. Pull your punch, Greer.” Her lips quirk up in a wry smile. “Or your stab, as the case may be.”
