The rest of Clarence’s sentence didn’t make it to Henry’s ears as the world faded away to nothing but the raw wild emotion that blazed through him, burning his body from the inside out. All the blood drained from his cheeks, his heart plummeting and landing flat against his stomach.
This was not his reaction to anything. This was Theo.
This was Theo angry, despairing, giving into emotion—provoked, of course, by someone, and Theo’s pain and horror and shock slammed into the link between them.
Henry could not read his mind. Up until a moment ago he wouldn’t’ve said they even had an empathic link, precisely. But when Theo felt this much, this strongly—
It bled into Theo’s workings, Theo’s spellcraft. Pen-scratches shook. Walls wobbled.
Henry felt every scream of it.
He spun toward the L
