“I don’t have time for this!” Elene took just one step, and Xorion closed the door behind him, blocking it with his body. “You are right, you don’t,” he agreed, his eyes trailing over her form, nothing escaping his discerning gaze. Cyrus let out an agonising cry on the ground, and Elene delivered a swift kick to silence him. “Not your turn,” she hissed at the politician lying at her feet. “I have to say you dealt with it in a very… creative way,” Xorion advanced a pace towards her, his movements graceful and fluid. “Thanks,” Elene continued wrapping the chain around her fist, knowing that the only way out was through the vampire. His eyes lingered on her hands, and his pale lips curled into an understanding smile. “Where is Forrest?” she demanded, too tired to play games. “Very close