Chapter 6Theo had been expecting some other question—something about his family, perhaps, or even about his bedroom preferences, given the way their hands kept finding each other. Unprepared, he stumbled over, “What about them?”
“She asked you something,” Henry said wearily, “and you didn’t entirely answer. Looking away. Shifting your grip on them. What was it?” For a second, only a second, layers flickered under his tone: the voice of a man who’d been to war, who’d tracked down information that could save or lose many lives.
“Oh. Well…” No reason not to, he supposed. “She was surprised I’d taken these out. Usually we don’t allow the restricted texts to leave the library, given all the wardings and protections in place for them. I said I’d handle that.”
“You wouldn’t do anything that’d
