*Griff*
Anaïs stammers, her eyes wide and uncertain. “I’m... I’m okay, Griff. He didn’t hurt me. He just... caught me off guard. Who was that?”
“Edward, Jean, take Anaïs someplace safe,” I instruct, still keeping my eyes locked on Llewelyn in the hallway as he gets up and strides back towards us. “Get her something to drink and make sure she stays with you.”
Edward nods and I hear him use his abilities of compulsion, his voice taking on a hypnotic tone. “Anaïs, come with us. Everything will be okay.”
Anaïs’s expression grows blank, and she begins to follow Edward and Jean without protest, her previous confusion seemingly forgotten. At least she is not scared.
Once I’m certain that Anaïs is safe, I step into the hallway and confront Llewelyn. My brother is laughing, low and satisfied,
