“Yet again, you entered a home without taking a moment to see if you were truly alone,” the god said, and my gaze flew to his. The eather swirled even more wildly in his eyes. “That was incredibly reckless. Don’t ever do that again.” My lips parted on a harsh exhale. “I…I just stabbed you in the chest, and that is what you have to say?” “No. I was getting to that.” Tilting his head to the side, dark hair slid across his cheek. “You stabbed me.” “I did.” I took another step back, throat now too dry to swallow. “In the chest,” he tacked on. The front of his tunic was torn, but there was no stain of blood. Nothing. If it weren’t for the smear on the blade, I wouldn’t have believed I had actually done it. “Almost in my heart.” A tremble ran through my hands. “Well, it seems it had very little impact on you.” Which was terrifying on a whole other level. “It stung,” he growled, head straightening. “Deeply.” “Sorry?” His chin lowered. “You are not sorry.”