He snaps his head toward Theo, completely ignoring the shattered glass on the floor.
"What did you say?" His tone is sharper than anything he has used all evening. There is a tightness underneath it too.
Theo hears it. He simply points to the decoration mounted on the wall and says, "This. It says, 'Magnus, the Dark Archmage.'"
But even as the words leave his mouth, Theo feels the full weight of what he has just done. He goes still.
Damn it, Theo.
Within seconds, Linus is beside him. His face carries an expression Theo has never seen on him before. Pure, unguarded disbelief.
"What did you say, Thea? You — you can read this?" Linus asks, and he is stammering.
Theo closes his eyes.
Brilliant, Theo. Now let us see you get out of this one.
"I..." He starts. And then has nothing to follow it with. Theo the Archmage, the man who has never once been at a loss for words in a negotiation, has run completely dry.
He sighs.
"Yes." Flat. Simple. Nothing else.
