““There was a pause. “I thought—I thought you were going to try to open the gate. Not that I want to push you, but . . . I don’t know, I think it’s the right thing to do.” I scowled up at the ceiling, picking at the rug under my fingers. “Well, yeah, it probably is, but is pisses me off that they’re just assuming I will.” Lend laughed, the sound making some of the tension in my shoulders relax. “Yeah, that’s paranormals for you. Always bossing people around. Prophecies this, prophecies that.” “And do any of their prophecies say please? No, not a single one.””
