Once she was sure that the others were out of earshot, Allyssianne started to try to break free. Her magic was restricted by a chemical in her necklace which became active when it was in contact with her skin. She grunted, trying to twist free, but the ropes were too strong.
A twig snapped behind her, and Allyssianne froze. She could identify several pairs of feet behind her.
“Just where the girl said she would be.” A deep male voice muttered in Russian. She pretended to be slumped over, and tried desperately to think of a plan. She bit her lip, listening closely.
The men muttered some more before approaching the girl further and untying her hands. She smiled slyly, her plan finished.