“Gracie, put the knife back in your pocket and come here. They can’t hurt me, and they aren’t going to hurt you.” His eyes glowed even brighter. “I promise.” I held it a little tighter just to spite him telling me what to do, but I didn’t move. “Tell her you’re not going to hurt her,” he demanded. I could see both heads move from him to me and back again. “Tell her,” he repeated. “She’s been itching to stab someone for a couple weeks now.”
