In her heels, Nancy stumbles back, eyes wide. Lance's hand encloses on her arm, overlapping with the marks left by Cesare. The repeat pressure is enough to get her to not only stop dead in her tracks, but distracted her enough that any spell she had going throw at him falls to the wayside.

She winces, turning to look at the man who was going to arrest her and ruin her life. She'd be exiled with the rest of them, banned from entering the city she'd called home her entire life. She's not supposed to fight, but she can't let this go. She's already fallen so far in the past month that she'd do anything to avoid it happening again.

She tries to wrench her arm out of his grasp the old fashioned way. "Let me go!"