"We're not giving up," Madorn whispered to Ted. "We're fooling her. Making her believe we are open to negotiations."
Ted had gathered that much. He had powder in his pockets and a sigil, ready to use, on his left wrist.
He approached the docks warily as Blake appeared onto them.
"You have been reckless," the woman hissed. "The reason you called for me…ha, you thought you could just eliminate me from the equation? Well, you're never going to find your lass if you kill me now."
"On the contrary. Forget about Eknie." Ted did not smile. He felt like such falsehoods were bad for his connection to Blake.
"I would rather have you work for me instead," he said.
"And why would I want to be the next you'll forget?"
As she spoke, Blake raised the revolver she was holding, and she poked Ted with it.
