It was amazing what a proper shove could do. Cath let out a soft bitter laugh, shaking his head. "There's more," he admitted. "But in the end, you're right. Which is why I've come for your counsel."
He rubbed his brow. "Mae's going to run mad," he breathed out. "She's certain they'll string us up if anyone finds out. She's a bit paranoid." Rightfully so, since her father was rotting in prison for twenty years, and likely not to see parole ever. "We both are."