“Nevertheless,” the
Angel continues, “There has to be consequences for their failures.”
“Their failures were
their inability to control me,” Fiona insists, “And any
consequences should rest firmly on my shoulders.”
“No m'lady,” Larry,
Curly and Mo declare with one voice, “You know not what that might
mean.”
“Indeed you do not,”
the Angel confirms, “Already the Lord of Doors has sent word,
demanding you be turned over to him to face trial before the High
Lords. I can keep him at bay, but only by blaming my own agents.”
The Angel pauses for a
moment, scratches his nose, which grows slightly bigger as he does.
Somewhere in the
distance, an old phone continuess to ring.
