#Chapter 42 – Sharp

About two hours later, Anton and I are…probably drunker than we should be. But we just sit quietly on the very fancy day bed that Laila conjured out on the terrace, staring up at the three moons hanging in the sky, each of us thinking hard. “Do you seriously think I’m a Selkie?” Anton murmurs, his brows knit together in thought. “Do you think it was smart of Orion?” I murmur, holding up my lime knife and tracing my finger down along the sharp edge. “To let me conjure up a knife?” “Oh my god, Juniper, put that down, you’re going to hurt yourself –“ he lashes out an angry hand, faster than I’ve seen him move before, and smacks the knife out of my hand. “Anton!” I gasp. “I wasn’t going to hurt myself –“ “There was zero chance that you were going to leave this daybed with all of your fingers –“ But we both gasp as we realize, pretty much simultaneously, what happened. We stare at each other and then turn our eyes to the knife, which is laying in my lap. “Did you do that