The Worst One shook his head and responded, "I can't tell you about such important information without expecting something in return, can I?"
"How about this? In exchange for my help, you'll give yours. We can be certain that we both get what we want this way."
MidnightFire was stunned once more.
'He has predicted everything.'
The thought spiralled through her like a cannonball.
Although she had mentioned cooperating with him, the truth was that her aid against the Zahara Clan's descendants would leave him indebted to her.
His entire charade was a carefully orchestrated play to resolve his troubles without paying that price.
"Fine," MidnightFire said. "As long as the information you offer is enough."
It hardly surprised her when she realised that she was dealing with yet another descendant of the Zahara Clan. What stung was that she had been outsmarted by the WorstOne before their meeting even began.
