Oh, for all you Mary-haters (funny words), she's not in this chapter... Then again, no one else is either...

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Elizabeth Phillips stormed into the jail. Her eyes raked over the cells inside. She could find her daughter in none of them. There was, as a matter of fact, only one occupant, a small brunette French boy. He looked like a beggar, and so, even though he was yipping up at her, she ignored him.

Elizabeth stormed into Lord Windchaster's office. She loathed the man, but he was among the best at what he did. Idly, Elizabeth wondered what had happened, or if he'd tortured Sarah's little friend. She threw open the door boldly.

"Arvin, where is my daughter?" Elizabeth snapped coldly.

Arvin Windchaster looked up, eyes bloodshot and bruised, though his pride was hurt more than anything else. Elizabeth gasped, but after that initial burst of emotion, her face was passively blank.

"She left with your son," Arvin grunted tiredly.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You look bloody awful. What happened here anyways?" Elizabeth questioned, slightly curious.

Arvin looked out the window listlessly, saying nothing. Elizabeth scowled, quietly walking over and grabbing his face, propelling it towards her with a sharp jerk. Anger radiated from her in light waves and an intense fire burned in her eyes.

"Tell me, Arvin. You know as well as I do that I get violent when I'm angry," Elizabeth threatened, staring him straight in the eye.

Arvin bit his lip nervously. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words escaped it. He tried again, but to no avail. Finally, on his third try, he began to speak.

"I tortured the boy as you asked, Elizabeth. I didn't get to finish, however, because a spy I had just arrested barged in and tied me up in a few minutes. She rescued the boy and tried to escape with him. However, I believe that the two of them were shot by my soldiers," Arvin explained, stuttering madly.

Elizabeth's eyes grew wide with rage and she shoved him against the wall, scoffing.

"I cannot believe that you were beaten by a mere girl! A man such as yourself. Remind me why I hired you for this post in the first place?" Elizabeth jeered mockingly.

Arvin gulped, then his eyes turned hard and assured.

"Because, Mrs. Phillips, I am the best in my field," Arvin assured her.

Elizabeth's glare intensified. However, the door being thrown open startled them, and Elizabeth dropped Arvin in a heap against the wall. She turned, and her glare softened when she realized it was Samuel. She began to smile, but was interrupted.

"Mother, I cannot believe that you could orchestrate this mess! You're just lucky that Sarah's friend's alive because she was crying her eyes out when she thought he was dead," Samuel yelled at his mother.

This shut Elizabeth up, but she soon found words.

"You do not insult your mother, you hear me, Samuel?" Elizabeth screeched, looking like a petulant child.

Samuel rolled his eyes.

"What are you going to do to me, Mother? Attempt to kill me? Torture me for insubordination? I'm really beginning to see why Americans want liberty so much," Samuel antagonized, eyes glinting with maliciousness.

Elizabeth gasped and slapped him hard across the face.

"I cannot believe you! Is this what the army has done to you?" She snapped, furious.

Samuel shook his head, scowling.

"No, mother, you have done this all by yourself!" Sam muttered angrily.

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