“The
Angel says you should both join us,” Fiona tells Robert before
turning sharply back to the Angel. “Did you know?” she demands.
“Know
what?” the Angel enquires with a look of honeyed innocence.
“Don't
play coy with me,” she rebukes, suddenly enraged, “I imagine
there's very little happens round these parts that you don't know
about. Did you know that my husband had entered the Weave?”
“I may
have had some inkling,” he replies with a glint in his eye.
“And you
didn't think to tell me?”
“I'm
afraid that information,” the Angel says, “Was restricted to
those who needed to know, less it come to the attention of certain
other parties.”
Furious,
Fiona is about to reply when Robert interrupts. “How do we get to
you?”
“Did you
catch that?” she asks.
“Tell
him,” the Angel replies with another oily smile, “Tell him that
Raven will know.”
