Chapter 23Theo was losing. Badly. He’d known he would. Hoped he wouldn’t.
He knew how to hide. He’d done that all his life. He’d run for his office; he’d hoped the maze of spells would work, down in the vaults. They had, for a few moments. Percival Therion-Windham was better than he was, and was willing to employ tactics Theo wasn’t: destructive, cruel, ripping old wards and living spells apart.
Theo backed up against his desk. Tried to think. He’d locked down the vault doors, and he thought that was holding. But that’d no doubt made him, Theo, easy to find: doing a working from here. Particularly for a mind-mage, a mental specialist.
He knew Henry had made it inside. He’d felt the opening, the slide of presence. He did not call out. He did not want Henry here, in this fight. Henry had
