“Why do
you think we're going to help you?” Finch asked. “You suddenly
seem very sure of yourself.”
She was
right, I was very sure of myself. “Because I know where the
pressure points are, between the Warp and the Weave. I know where
there's cracks and tears. If you don't do as I've asked, if the
Forest doesn't do as I ask, I'll use them. I'll let some of them
use them. There will be chaos in the Warp beyond the scope of the
Forest to rebalance.”
Lupus pushed past Finch, lunging at me once more, but I was expecting
that. Nothing so predictable as a dog, am I right? As I span and
flipped round him once more I heard him growl “We do this one my
way.”
“We have our orders,” Finch replied. Looking at me once more she
said “No. We cannot do as you request. Do your worst.” And she
smiled.
