He saw it in his dreams. Theo had seen it there too.
“Because it was a trap,” Theo said slowly. From the look on his face, he’d remembered as well. A nightmare, himself in Henry’s head. “And you thought you weren’t in time to save anyone…but you were never meant to be, they gave you—not only you, so many people—false information, and our magicians were caught in it…”
“They died.” His voice didn’t sound like his. “You know, Theo. You know.”
“I know.”
“Half of the Magicians’ Corps died that day. My friends died that day. My captain. I thought—it was my fault, the intelligence we had—I’d got a conflicting report only the night before, but I couldn’t get back in time—and when I did—”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Theo said, looking up. “You were the only person who discovered it was a trap, in
