Caedmon staggered along the edge of the park, his arm around Keeve to steady him as they walked. The snow was getting thicker by the minute. When they approached a bench, he let Keeve flop down onto it.
“You’re heavier than you look.”
“I didn’t ask for your help,” Keeve said.
“I didn’t mean to help you. But it turned out to be the better solution for me. All I want to do is trade the sculpture for something I want in the temple.”
“You’ll have it tomorrow. They’ve moved the contest ahead because of you. Good job!”
“Look, Moss was going to kill you if I didn’t make that deal. But I have no intention to keep my promise with either Moss or Afton.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me where the temple is. I’ll go there tonight to get what I want. Then I won’t show up tomorrow. There will be noth
