“Stab him,” Ophelia said, “strangle him, pull out his guts, and throw him away.”

Jared blinked at the words. His brows furrowed and he peered around the corner, into the room. Madeline was sitting beside Ophelia. Both of them were holding a pair of brightly colored needles with yarn strung on them.

“Killing someone in here?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Ophelia gave him a sunny smile. “Madeline is teaching me to knit,” she said, holding up the tangle of yarn she was holding.

Chuckling, Jared said, “If I’d known how violent it was, I would have asked her to teach you sooner.”

“I know, right?” Ophelia said. Madeline could only shake her head in silent amusement.