“I’m talking about your lies and empty promises,” Handy said. In a perfect world, the target would be in on the plan as well, but Joachim and he had both agreed it needed to look realistic, especially considering Handy’s latest improvisation of having the guards let him have his fight for their own entertainment. Glancing back, he saw Rex holding a bag open as the guards made bets. “Count on you? Really? You are the least reliable person here,” he challenged. Warm Night snorted in indignation as he trotted away from the table.