“I suppose that’s a valid point. The four of us can hang around a little longer before we leave.” “Five,” said Greta. “If you think I’m going to sit around up here while the rest of you go off to battle, you are dead wrong, Varney; I’ve had enough of that, and I know my way around the lair.” “She does,” Grisaille confirmed. “Bits of it anyway.” “Greta,” said Varney, ignoring this, “under no circumstances are you to go back under the city. We only just got you out of there again—” “No you didn’t,” she said. “I did. Remember? And if you want to murder Corvin, then imagine how I feel. I had to put up with him and his body glitter and his skull goblet and tiresome insinuations for several nights in a row. I get a say in this, okay?”
Book:Dreadful Company