At once, Yvaine understood everything. Her plan had failed. Those two men had not succeeded.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," she said sharply. "I advise you to leave at once, or I shall report you to the authorities and have you executed!"
"Lady Yvaine, you are to come with me. If you refuse to cooperate," Lance said evenly, still ignoring her outbursts, "then I shall not be so courteous."
"What do you think you are doing—"
Before she could finish, his figure blurred. In the next instant, he stood directly before her like a ghost ready to devour her soul.
His hand rose and struck the back of her neck with precision.
Yvaine's vision went black.
Without another word, Lance lifted her unconscious form over his shoulder and carried her out of the mansion.
By the time he arrived at the residence in Firefly Lane, the courtyard lay silent.
He entered, cast her unceremoniously to the ground, and stepped forward to the inner chamber.
