Chapter 87
“So because Olite won’t agree to execute me,” I say, “I get to fight the Butcher in the Ring?” “Quick on the uptake, our fearless leader,” Jose says. “That’s the gist.” “He knew this was going to happen?” I shake my head. “Of course he did. He was practically baiting her.” “Olite and the Butcher have been at daggers drawn since I came aboard,” Jose says. “Only the pressure of the other two keeps them from open war. Which is, of course, the point of having rules. If the officers could fight each other we’d soon all be crab food.” I remember Olite’s smile, the day he’d taken me to look for dresses and we’d run into the Butcher. “You wanted to know why I’m helping you? It’s because she hates you. You made her look weak and foolish when you came aboard, and every inch you rise is a twist
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