“She already has a mate!” “The fucking lamassu. I know,” Evert replies dryly. “I don’t care. I saw her first. The fucking lamassu can get in line.” “You’re saying you’re willing to abandon us and form a covey with them?” Ronak asks incredulously. “I’m saying that the choice is yours,” Evert counters. “Either choose power or choose Scratch. Simple as that. I’ve already made my choice. I’ve been up front about this from the start.”
