Fin's laugh was ice-cold. "Say that again. Slower. So I can count exactly how many lies just left your mouth."
"You're right. I was completely out of line, and I owe her a proper apology." Guinevere pressed a hand to her chest. "Truly, Cousin. I mean it."
"I love you, Guinevere. You're family." Fin's voice dropped. "But if you go behind my back on Serena, I will burn every bridge between us and watch you choke on the ashes."
"You know, Finnick, you do have an awful lot of rules."
Fin leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the armrest. Unimpressed.
"You've got thirty seconds before I kick you out. Clock is ticking."
"I want to apologize to Serena. Face-to-face. That's it." She spread her hands, palms up.
"She's in Drakenfell."
"Then I'll wait for her to come back."
