Thrusting his chin out, Leo narrowed his eyes and held the woman"s gaze. “You"re the Mistress,” he said with a nod. “I was wondering who could have whipped these men into an admirable state of compliance.”
Her smile was beguiling, and her laugh as cold as an arctic blizzard. “Come,” she said, gesturing to the small rug in front of her chair. “Kneel before me and pledge your devotion to the Inzari.”
“Perhaps you don"t know me,” Leo began. “I have a unique distaste for authority figures.”
The woman closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. “Lord Slade said you would be trouble.” Gracefully, she rose and retrieved a small device from a pocket in the skirt of her simple blue dress. Some sort of remote control. She pointed it at him and then pushed a button.
Instantly, he felt the pain of a
