“SURE, I’M IN.” RAVEL radiates pleasure at being the central character in this little charade.
Ash isn’t pouting, exactly, but he doesn’t like my plan one bit. “You’re not the best liar, C. And even if you can convince Maryam you’ve switched sides, I really don’t think she can help you.”
“That’s what I need Ravel for,” I repeat. Again.
I wouldn’t bother trying so hard to convince him, except I really need him to sit tight and stay out of the way for this to work. All this persuading and manipulating is exhausting—I don’t know how Ravel does it.
Ravel preens. Ash rolls his eyes.
I sigh. “Ravel needs to be there to stall her long enough to listen, and to corroborate my story. Otherwise she’ll just start feeding people to the Mara to shut me up before I can explain.”
“I don’t see why I
