94. One at Last

‘What’s the deal?’ Brendan’s expression and tone became guarded.

‘Isn’t it obvious? Sixty-forty of course.’

‘This isn’t the right time to be irrational. The Finch holds our fate in the palm of her hand.’

‘I know,’ he spoke with not much concern whatsoever.

Brendan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, ‘Fifty-fifty is a fair deal!’

‘Only one of us thinks that,’ Marauder argued.

‘Look, let’s stop arguing. If we don’t come to a decision we could both die.’

‘Even if we do unite, we could still die. You have forgotten that the Finch has broken too many prophecies in the past.’

‘I’m confident that she can’t break this one.’

‘What makes you so sure?’

‘I have faith…she is too boastful and that can make her careless. If we don’t waste time talking