“Part,” I repeat. “And then what? I owe you a favor and we just keep trading?” “Don’t knock it till you try it.” He says it like he’s no stranger to trading favors. “Plus we could always use another boogeyman at our disposal.” “Boogeyman?” Nero snorts. “What? You think your name makes people think of fucking sprinkles and ponies?” “Sprinkles and ponies?” Cassandra snickers.
