His gray gaze flicked to the knife and back without even a flinch. "Will you let me explain?"
"For your sake, I'd say that's a damn good idea."
That eyebrow rose a fraction higher as he regarded me coolly for a moment. "Do you know who Ryze is?"
"Of course I do," I snapped.
"Then you know people are helping him by trying to activate the Stones of Amaria."
"Yes, and you're supposed to be protecting the onyx stone. You and the Diabolicals."
"You've been doing your homework, I see." He tipped his chin up and then clasped his hands behind his back.
I homed in on his every move. "Well, I didn't just go to the library to petrify you that day."
"Ah," he said with a sigh. "And I suppose you found most of the pages ripped out?"
"Was that you?" I fired back.
"No, it wasn't me. Someone els
