Vivian was about to reply to the men, when she suddenly went rigid, gritting her teeth and sucking in quick shallow breaths. Her tail lashed furiously, the only movement she could manage without making an involuntary noise of pain. The mark on her hand started glowing a vivid crimson as she clenched and relaxed it.<br/>Sorcha was doing her job tremendously well, but it hurt worse than she could ever have imagined. Whatever it took, she told herself.