“After that night, my Uncle Silas, Henry’s father, was contacted. Uncle Silas had been estranged from my father and wasn’t particularly concerned when Dad died, leaving behind an orphaned son.” “What changed his mind to take you in?” “I changed his mind,” he answered coolly without any explanation. I couldn’t help but ask, “How did you manage that?” “Uncle Silas is a collector of power. He realized my abilities were an asset.” He gave a small shrug, almost subconsciously it seemed. “After I’d”—he paused— “demonstrated my magical abilities, he took me in.”
