"We demand an explanation for this action and require to know the present location of these children."
At this statement, Lugh was thrown into just as much confusion as the rest of the room.
Even the new additions—Siegfried and Seraphina—appeared bewildered, their brows furrowed and shoulders subtly tense.
Lugh racked his brain trying to come up with a reason, despite the fact that he wasn't the one the question had been posed to.
Not that it mattered. His mind was already racing. He had seen the people in question earlier that very morning—just hadn't known who they were. Or what they were.
Abductees? Slum children?
Just what in the hell was Selaphiel thinking?
The woman in question gave no answer.
Instead, she snapped her fingers sharply, the crack of it slicing through the room's silence like a gunshot.
Then she turned slightly, gesturing toward Isolde with a calm that seemed almost condescending.
"If you will."
