He will cheat. Hearth made a sign like a hook swinging into a latch. Spite. “Okay,” I said. “I’ll keep Blitz safe.” Still not enough. Hearth peered at Sam. Only way to win—mess with Junior. When I told Sam what he’d signed, she turned as gray as a dwarf in sunlight. “No.” She wagged her finger at Hearth. “No, absolutely not. I told you.” Blitz will die, Hearth signed. You did it before. “What’s he talking about?” I asked. “What did you do before?” She got to her feet. The tension in the room was suddenly at DEFCON Two.
