“I don’t,” Will said, surprising even himself a little. “I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “You like broken things.” Magnus took two strides across the room and seized Will’s face in his long fingers, forcing his chin up. “You are not Sydney Carton,” he said. “What good will it do you to die for James Carstairs, when he is dying anyway?” “Because if I save him, then it is worth it—” “God!” Magnus’s eyes narrowed. “What is worth it? What could possibly be worth it?” “Everything I have lost!” Will shouted. “Tessa!”
