“You think they would care if we got knives from a garage sale instead of these five thousand dollar ones?” I asked sarcastically as I held two knives with both my hands, staring at it to see if there was even any difference between the two.
All of a sudden, Ares came up from behind me and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and then turning to face the knives I was holding.
He pointed to the first one. “This is Stu. Long, slender, and can cut through a T-bone steak in approximately three seconds.”
He moved closer as he took my hand, balling a fist around mine while inspecting the other knife and the sudden act made me stiffen up as his touch tingled all throughout my body. “This, on the other hand, is Mackermann. I grew up with their utensils as Pappous was close friends
