"I trust you," Cassidy said. "And if our Craft was working, my husband would be less hissy cat about that." Then she decided to set the Sceltie among the sheep as it were, to draw Grey's anger away from Jack.

"I don't suppose you have a knife I can borrow?" she asked.

It worked. Grey spun on her, catching her before his move knocked her down worse. "NO, CASSIE!"

"They need the help," she said primly, then looked past him back to Jack, expectantly.