She thought she had me. She was wrong.
I almost brought down Sky City, but now I’m in the hands of the enemy. Again. This time, it’s different. There’s a little respect. Is that something I can build from? Is it something I can trust?
With Nix, the answer of trust is always no. Everything she says is a manipulation of one sort or another. But she offers me a treaty and tells me to get the tribes to sign it. Sign it and there will be peace. She will stop killing tribes, will cease the genocide.
The trick is going to be getting the tribes together to sign it. I have an idea, but my mother isn’t going to like it. Not even in the slightest. It’s time for both powers—the great tribal Families and the Hands of Tarot to step down.
They won’t go gently. But I’m ready.