CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Puck. All she needs to do is touch me, and whatever body part she gets, I’ll lose.
Except she’s dreaming, so she can’t see me.
Gambling on that, I turn sideways moments before she can brush her fingers over my face. She passes right by. However, if she keeps heading in that direction, she’s going to be a problem for Kit.
I recall something from the time I had to sleepwalk in her during my Council investigation.
Touching her hair is okay.
Without giving it too much thought, I whack the back of her head with the knife handle. Then, for good measure, I do it again.
As she drops like a stone, I realize this is the second time I’ve knocked her out under dire circumstances. One more, and the universe should let me punch her out for free.
I turn back to the stage—and co
