The Illusion of Control

TORIN

Vaughn's voice came through the communication crystal while the carriage wheels moved steadily through Port City's midnight streets.

"Lady Maevia has taken a public carriage," he reported. "I am maintaining distance as instructed."

I sat in silence for several seconds before responding.

"Do not retrieve her by force," I said.

Vaughn hesitated.

"Ensure she reaches her residence safely," I con