so let me be crystal-clear: Unless you are liaising, you will not set foot outside of Headquarters ever again. The only reason I am not having you thrown in prison to stand trial for necromancy is because you now exist to keep Ferron in line.” Helena’s throat closed. “It was your plan. I was working with what I had.” Crowther’s eyes bulged. “My plan?” “It was your informant from the hospital who gave Soren all the information. Where else would Purnell—” Before she could finish the question, the door burst open, and a boy flew into the room.
