Theo and I shared a momentary glance. We’d spoken about little else in the past months. Heads almost touching over lunch, hunching over newspapers in his room after dark. Speculating about the implications if further strikes ensued.
“So… it is true, then?” Theo asked, once again far braver than me.
Lord Tanner turned pensive. “That’s the question, isn’t it? Does a union truly exist if it hides itself away? I’m afraid that despite whatever this little group of thugs calls itself, it has yet to come into the open before the House of Lords, or indeed, name its leader. And until it does, it will only ever be something in the shadows, stirring trouble among good people. Good people who will suffer the consequences of their crimes, if they indeed strike.”
I swallowed, hoping my voice would no
