Leanne marched forward, seized Vix’s arms, and wrenched them cruelly up behind her back. The two pale volumes in her hands went tumbling to the ground.

Sharpe rested his pistol against Caine’s chest with a lazy grin. Ms. Griff took up a side against Mirra, her hand resting uncertainly on her shoulder, looking not quite sure what to do next.

Mirra seemed in no condition to escape, however. She was staring vacantly ahead, her eyes glazed with dull horror.

Leanne gave ...