We tied Lord Cross down in his own basement, his body shaking with fear, sweat dripping down his temples as the ropes dug into his wrists and ankles. The air down there was damp and cold, the faint smell of mold creeping into my nose as I turned away.
And just like that, we left him there.
The assassin, on the other hand, was placed under Aegis's custody. We bound her tightly, making sure there was no way she could wriggle free no matter how skilled she was. Her wrists were strapped so firm that even her small movements made the bindings creak, yet she still glared at us as if she hadn't been defeated.
