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De Windt took his frustration out upon Barbier. “Why haven’t your men cuffed her yet? She’s a dangerous murderer!”

“She isn’t going anywhere. Let her keep her hands. She may need them if things go belly-up.”

Ignoring the inspector, de Windt stared hard at the guardia standing next to me. “Shackle her.”

The man looked at his commander, and Barbier nodded reluctantly.

One of the guards, a man I recognized from a previous investigation, whispered, “Sorry, madame.” He snapped open a manacle, and I felt the cold steel go around one wrist.

This couldn’t be happening!

A voice as powerful as Death summoning one to the Afterlife rang forth. “You shall relinquish what is mine.”

Tristan Fontaine, in his tailored suit of charcoal gray, stood at the front of the crowd. His face was a storm, and his eyes promised murder. Seeing him, I felt a wave of lightheadedness. The guardia’s hand on my wrist dropped away, leaving the other cuff to dangle loose from my wrist.