They grab me with rough hands that show no mercy, no hesitation. I fight, kicking and clawing and screaming, but without my magic I'm just an aging woman against three strong wolves in their prime.
One of them backhands me hard enough that stars explode across my vision. I taste blood, feel it running from my split lip. They force me down, and I hear fabric tearing, my robes, shredding under their assault.
"Stop!" I scream. "Stop, please…"
"This is just the beginning," Bane says, his voice eerily calm. "What happens next depends entirely on your cooperation." He crouches beside where they've pinned me to the floor, his face close to mine. "Help me get to Penelope, and this ends now. Refuse, and I'll let them do whatever they want with you. And when they're done, when they've taken every
