‘Why should I believe you?’ I asked him. He looked back at me. ‘You have seen the deepest reaches of my soul, Mr Dresden. You know me in a way so profound and intimate that I cannot yet fathom its significance. Just as I know you. You should know that I have every reason to help you, and that the information is good.’ He smiled again, wintry. ‘Just as you should know that it was unwise to make an enemy of me. It need not have been this way.’ I narrowed my eyes. ‘If you know me so well, you should know that there’s no other way it could be.’
