He rolled out of bed and took the dagger into the kitchen and dropped it into the garbage can before returning to the bedroom. That was cruel. Whoever was returning items to the awakening Olympians was cruel. And when he figured out who it was, he was going to shove so many leaden arrows into them, they'd never feel loved again.
He hurried back to the bedroom and sat next to her, on her side. He reached out and rested his hands in hers. "Hey." He lifted one hand and made her look up at him. "It's ok. I promise. It's ok." He wasn't thrilled with having that dagger in the same enclosed space as him. But, he didn't think she was going kill him tonight.
Not that he thought she was going to on that night. Not after she saw him. But, still. It was a bad night to have to relive, for both of them.