In hindsight, Knot understood that this was a bad idea. He’d also known that when Finch first asked him. But he’d gone along with it anyway, because if he didn’t follow along, his cousin would have gotten herself into even bigger trouble.
…Though, it was hard to imagine any trouble bigger than the kind they were in right now.
“How was I supposed to know there would be so many crows around?” Finch hissed at him, her spittle close...
