She was not an unintelligent woman, and she knew enough about magic to know she was being bested. 'No, it's Miss Scawton,' she said honestly as he pushed her. It was ironic, but Marcus had been firm on that point. It was best if they never married.
Trying not to cry, she fingered the engagement ring on her finger, the length Marcus had dared go to. He had worked so hard on protecting her, as had their son, and yet here she was, being used against the son she loved more than life itself. She closed her eyes, knowing she was beaten, yet shaking her head when he said Cassius could come and see her.
'I'd rather die than see him in the clutches of someone like you,' she said coolly, looking up at him. 'Whatever it is you want from him, he'll say no.'
She could only pray that was true, though she knew her son too well. Knew he would do almost anything to keep her safe. She could only hope he realised this time was not the right time to do so.