Annabel paced back and forth in her cell. Glowering at the back of the guards head. She said in French, "I've yet to hear a good reason to be here. I don't need bars, we are on the same team."
She knew it would do no good. She was in good standing with the French government, so chances are these men were sent by the council. That still left her with why though... She knew answers would come, but that knowledge did little to calm her. She had no idea as to why she was needed again, they had barely contacted her since the war. They were always watching though, and now she was at their mercy. Whoever 'they' are.