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"You were cut?" "Yeah, but I'm okay. Just a little sore." Devilishness shined in Malik's eyes. "What was the weapon again? Paring knife? Melon baller?" He squeezed his thumb and forefinger together. "One of those cinnamon-flavored toothpicks?" I gave Luc, the only one who'd have had time to tell Malik about the weapon of choice, a very flat look. "Really?" He winked. "I told him the rioter used a spatula. He got the rest on his own." "It was a chef's knife," I said, holding my hands about a foot apart. "And a very large one." "That's what she said," Ethan murmured. Maybe my sarcasm was catching.