At least it had all gone quickly - assuming Edward didn't begin to stir and revive in a few moments. And Lust hadn't needed to move a muscle, Scar and the young man already engaged in the altercation had it well under control. What was that saying about small miracles?

And Edward would be fine in the morning - more or less. Perhaps a bit of a headache, but no worse for wear than that. The brainwashing would have faded.

She tried not to preen too much that her suggestion of sneaking into the Sun Room had been the right course of action.