Chapter 22Henry had nearly reached the Library steps. His instincts shrieked. He spun.
The dagger—physical but a construct, a conjuration—glanced off his instinctive block, and vanished. Henry felt the echo of impact reverberate. Theo would’ve felt it too, because those were still Theo’s channels, letting Henry work.
That thought just made him angrier. This woman—along with the rest of them—had hurt Theo. This all was hurting Theo. All of this, and it was tearing apart Theo’s home and Theo’s life—
She tried to pull another dagger from thin air. Henry caught her wrist. Petite but middle-aged, slender and beautiful in a sharp-edged grey-steel way: a woman who would fight everything, including age and time, with all her might.
He did not know her, not exactly. But the family resemblance w
