Fury coursed through Renn's veins, tinting her vision with a crimson sheen, pulling her muscles so tense that she trembled. For a very long pause, the moment hung in suspension, silence dominating the scene like a heavy black cloud.<br/><br/>She used the moment to regain her control. When at last she felt confident that she could trust herself not to throttle the boy before her, she stepped toward him. She moved like a stalking mountain cat, muscles tigh, each movement slow, graceful, and deadly deliberate. Nose inches from his, she allowed her gaze to bore into him. One palm planted with force at the center of his chest and drove him back against the alley all, pinning him there. The other pulled a hidden dagger from under her jacket and inserted at his left side, angling up under the ribs. She used only enough pressure to prick the skin, stopping short of actually harming the kid.<br/><br/>"I trusted you," she hissed so low only he would hear, "With the lives of every person I care for. I left my absolute faith in your hands... and you've doomed us all. You have no idea what you've just done. I'll never forgive you for this."<br/><br/>She paused then, holding him there, then spoke loud enough for the others to hear without taking her gaze from his, "Someone tie him and lock him up. We'll deal with him later."<br/><br/>She shoved him back and turned to survey the scene, trying desperately to think of a way out of the doom of certain death he'd landed them in.