‘So I don’t have to—’ ‘Obey the Secret Peace? Be a good little pezon? Only for pretend, Locke. Only to keep the wolves from the door. Unless your eyes and ears have been stitched shut with rawhide these past two days, by now you must have realised that I intend you and Calo and Galdo and Sabetha to be nothing less,’ Chains confided through a feral grin, ‘than a fucking ballista bolt right through the heart of Vencarlo’s precious Secret Peace.’
HELL YEAH
