Chapter 21Theo stood in his vaults with Percival Therion-Windham, Baron Coronzon. He let the baron hold his hand. He had a splitting headache.
He needed to get the baron out. He needed to take his faithful archives, his recordings, and turn them over to the magistrates…to the Liaisons’ Office…to someone, anyone…
The baron had confessed to treason, hadn’t he? Sedition, surely. Conspiracy. Something. Something in that discussion of future murders, of chaos, of the plot to pull apart ley-lines and foundations of magic, first here in England and then elsewhere…
Had he said so? Clearly enough? Was that proof?
All those words were copied down. That had to be enough.
Enough for what? To convict the man? The man who knew all of Theo’s secrets, who knew him inside and out?
But, whispered his
