 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
A cold chill washed through Sabel as he slipped into the room behind Damien. He had never been to this part of the Ministry and really, his life wouldn't have been any worse if he never had to come here.
With half his attention taking in the presence of the room, he settled his charge into one of the free chairs and cast a rope around her wrists: tight enough to hold, but not so much that it would cut into her skin. He may have been in an interrogation room, but that wasn't his job. And if he could help it, it would never be a part of his job. |