“Tell, Mr. Hawthorne.” Odette stared Grayson down. “Have I told a single lie?” Grayson’s gaze flicked toward Lyra. “No.” “Then allow me to remind the two of you that you already have my terms. If I am to answer the question of how I knew Tobias Hawthorne, of how I ended up on that capital-L List of his, it will happen if and only if we make it out of the Grandest Escape Room and down to the dock by dawn—which, I might point out, draws ever closer.” “Never trust a sentence with three ifs,” Grayson told Lyra. “Particularly when spoken by a lawyer.”
