“Unhand me at once!”
Fiona demands. “Let me go!” To her surprise, the hands release
their grip the moment she finishes speaking. For a second she hangs
in the air, almost cartoon like, before gravity takes over and she
begins to fall.
“No,” the Peacock
Angel says quietly, snapping his fingers at a comfy looking arm
chair. The chair slides across the library floor to catch Fiona
where she drops.
“My, my,” he
continues, stroking his chin. “I knew you'd have power, but
this...” He waves his hands towards her. “I suppose we'll have
to do this the traditional way,” he says with a hint of
disappointment. “Guards!”
Before Fiona realises
what's happening, she is surrounded by four very large men in
uniform, all with very sharp looking swords pointed at her.
