“Hey,” Nick said abruptly, and tossed something at Jamie’s head.
Jamie caught it, fumbling it a bit, and then almost dropped it when he saw the rough carvings on the bright handle and worked out what it was.
“A knife, Nick?” he asked piteously. “I feel so betrayed.”
“It’s a magic knife,” Nick said. “I made it myself.”
“I don’t want to seem ungrateful when you have given me this thoughtful, homemade and totally terrifying gift,” Jamie told him. “But you can’t imagine that I’m going to use it.”
“Just to hold someone off. Just remember what I taught you,” said Nick. “Just buy a little time so I can come get you. Jamie. I’ll come get you.”
“Nick,” Jamie said. “I know. Thank you for my scary knife.”