Norreys’s breath hissed out in the darkness. “Very well. Now listen to me. You are going to cooperate with us, fully and without argument. If you are tried for conspiracy to murder and treason, let alone convicted, you will damn Harry for good, and if you do that, you gutter-blood werewolf, I shall kill you myself if I have to mount the scaffold and fight the executioner for the privilege, do you understand?” Silas understood that very well, and it was a relief in this quagmire to know that someone competent and determined had an eye on Harry. “I hear you. Cooperate in what?”
