It was outrageous in every sense of the word, and no matter how she relived that accursed moment in her head, Logan's arrest was something she couldn't make heads or tails of.
How could things turn out that way? Vivian kept asking herself.
Was this about her?
Did she leave any trace, and did it lead them to Logan?
What, or how, did this all happen?
Vivian protested, shouted, cried, aimed her guns, and faced all their swords at the same time, but she could do nothing.
She was powerless!
"WHY?" she shouted.
"I suggest you aim that away before you get yourself hurt, Miss Moore." Facing her gun's barrel was Edmond Black, whom she had fought against four nights ago.
"ANSWER ME!"
She couldn't accept it; she couldn't take no for an answer, even when she was surrounded by the Knights of the Black Hand, and every one of them was an Aura user at least twice as powerful as her.
