Galen stared at the knife in Reinard's hand, the Faro twirling it on a finger. The tiger was nervous; the water around them was choppy, and he knew that knife was razor sharp.
"Do you really think you should be playing with a knife after-"
Reinard scowled, gripping the hilt of the blade tightly.
"Okay, okay, fine. But if I get stabbed by a flying dagger, I'm blaming you," Galen said, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace.
He was going to have a talk with Themis, as soon as t