“You Made him,” she said. Wulfe snorted. “I haven’t been his Master for a very, very long time. Any more than he is yours.” “Why did you put Mercy forth as the most powerful of us?” asked Adam tersely. Wulfe’s silly grin returned. “Because it was funny.” He sobered. “Because it was true.” He looked at Marsilia. “Because if I’d answered the question the way he meant it, he’d have taken Adam. And he would have killed Adam, he couldn’t have helped himself. Mercy . . . he won’t see the threat Mercy is until she has his head on a pike. He doesn’t understand that kind of strength. He cannot use his
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