“You know why. She’s back—and we do not negotiate with her.” I gasp. “She is not back.” Paul moves closer. Looks between us. “She? Who are you talking about?” “The Mayageddon,” Sul whispers. “No,” I protest. “Come on, no. She’s locked in. I was just pointing out that Axel is terribly incompetent and the sole reason we might not win. But like, in a nice, friendly way.” Eli shakes his head. “You kicked sand at Paul, you tripped poor Sul twice—you know he has a bad back—and you nearly destroyed Hark’s ability to have children with your knee.” “I was megging him.”
