"Not yet, anyway," Famine said. "But he involved me when he told me, said I could either help him or hinder him. He forgets sometimes that I don't actually answer to him, I think."
Famine watched Clio go, then eyed Patrick speculatively. "There you go, Irish," she said. "Deep breaths. He knows he's opening up a can of Heaven's whoop-ass on himself if he goes after Clio. You guys will work something out, I have no doubt."