“Grandma may not be able to handle it.” Eli pleaded.

“Keep the maids out.” The Ice god said calmly, and two men hurried off to follow his command.

He pushed a cleaver forward, a short axe, an electric lopper chainsaw, a Japanese butcher knife..

Prim stopped naming them in her head as she watched him calmly arranging them in a neat row on the wooden coffee table in front of him. 

“We do not hit women.” He said, placing the last object on the table, a gun. “You know this, ...