She nodded, looking up at him through the fears and grasping her wrist where she had needlessly struggled against the restraints. The guiding touch of her escort was gentle now, almost apologetic. She cast another glance to the angelic presence who had been Gabriel's prize, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't have put a hand on Melisande without them having another victim to contend with, and her presence was a distraction. Not the intoxication Gabriel created, but not easy to ignore either.
She found herself craving Audric's presence, and while she still dislike that urge, she intended to give in to it again.