“He doesn’t know his forks,” Andreas said after I finished. “I’m trying to civilize him. Imagine using a salad fork to eat pasta.” He sniffed with disdain.
“I know them enough to stab you with one of them,” I said.
“They’ll pass it.” Rhys’s quiet confidence soothed the frayed edges of my nerves. “If they don’t, we have our backup plan.”
“Which is?”
“Burn down Parliament.”
I huffed out a laugh. “How’s that supposed to help?”
“I don’t know, but it’d be damn satisfying.”
"Ours was a story destined for a tragic ending, but when you were already on a train headed off the cliff, all you could do was hold on tight and make every second count."