A week after Jonny’s “assassination,” Archibald found himself banging his head on his desk in frustration.“I don’t think that’s helping,” said a voice from the door.“Shut up, Harry.”“If you’re worried about Jonny, don’t be. Helen is amazing. There’s no better place he could be.”“No, it’s not that,” said Archibald, forehead resting on the desk. “Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried, but it’s just… I don’t know. Did I do the right thing? Was sending him away really the best choice?”“I really can’t say.”“Would you have done that for Clarissa? If someone was after her, and you couldn’t stop them from coming after her, and you weren’t sure you could keep her safe, would you send her away too?”“I think I would make the same choices you did, but I still don’t know if those are the right ones.”Archibald sighed, and slowly raised his head. Harry—Harrison Ellis—was currently his personal guard, but he was also the closest thing Archibald had to a true brother. They had trained under the same teacher, and now Harrison served as his personal guard, a position of great status that was a reward for his magical achievements. He was also one of only three people that Archibald trusted unquestionably.“What I don’t understand…” Archibald started. “Is how the hell Raymond is so spotless.”“I don’t get it either.”