"Stop looking at me like that." I say, poking the fire with a stick. "You can be killed for that." "For what? Looking at you? Is that some Grounder rule I don't know about?" He chuckles, lifting an eyebrow. I reach into my pocket and grab my knife, throwing it in front of me without looking up from the fire. It catches between two rocks in the cave wall, right above Murphy's head. "What the hell?" He looks up and pulls it out of the wall, examining it. "You could've put my eye out." "I didn't." I look up at him. "And it made you stop looking at me."