"Always safe."
The voice came from the shadows near the city wall. Three figures emerged—Merlin in the lead, Elizabeth a step behind him but visibly restrained, her movements stiff and unnatural. Morgana brought up the rear, her expression caught somewhere between awe and terror at the beings she now faced.
Elizabeth's eyes found Rebecca instantly. "Rebecca!"
She tried to run forward, to close the distance between them, but her body refused to obey. Her legs locked in place. Her arms hung useless at her sides. She could move her head, could speak, but nothing else responded.
Alex's eyes narrowed. He studied the young man who held Elizabeth immobile with what appeared to be no effort at all. A muscle twitched in his jaw.
"Why can't she move?" Alex's voice was quiet. Dangerously quiet.
