Chapter 9Henry held out the light, the spark. And held his breath. And waited.
His offering wasn’t nearly as complex or effective as what Theo’d done for him; he couldn’t’ve done that, not now, and maybe only with more effort on his best days. But he made himself into a beacon, a feeble one: a flickering little candle, struggling in the wind.
He left his fingers touching Theo’s temple. Connection.
Theo’s expression cleared, slowly. And when he blinked this time, his face lit up with recognition.
“Henry?”
“Theo, darling,” Henry murmured. Darling? Damn. He’d said it now, though. “Come back to me.”
“Oh dear.” Theo rubbed his eyes. “My apologies, Henry, I didn’t realize how deep I’d fallen. I’d forgotten just how heinous these were. Thank you.”
The corner of Henry’s mouth twitched. He w
