Chapter 16Linnet did not speak aloud—Theo had never known precisely why—but their hands knew language, and Theo knew language. Linnet right now was asking for his help. It’s Dom—Theo, please—he says he’s fine but he’s asking for you—
“Of course—!” Theo bolted to his feet. “What can I do? Do you need—”
He says just you. And Henry if he’s with you.
“He’s not, but I can summon him—”
Dom says no, just come. Don’t bother Henry if he’s busy. Now, please. Linnet paused. He didn’t say please.
Theo snorted. “So he’s not too badly hurt?”
He won’t say so but—
“Linnet. Is he badly hurt?”
He’ll recover. I’ve got to—
“Go. I’ll be right there.”
Linnet’s shimmer-spell vanished. Theo stared at the empty air, swore aloud a second time, closed the account-book, ran out of the room, paused to snap y
