"I have prepared expertly for her arrival in case Morgan elects to react to your present condition, Ms Boleyn, so do not assume she will assist you or otherwise. Until my business with yourself and your magic is concluded I will not have any unwanted interruptions." Victor's voice became softer and more respectful. "And please my dear, do not consider this your prison, merely your temporary accommodation as my guest. We may wine and dine later if it is agreeable. But for now, please remain here. Your lover can do nothing to protect you." The final sentence was more aggressive as he sealed the doorframe.

Outside the castle was a series of lights and flashes and Eric emerged in a snowy courtyard, having utilised a one way teleport from the Baxter Building. Armed with an array of shrinkable gadgets as he crouched down behind a stature of Doom and considered his options, he figured scouting the area was the best start. Maybe he could figure out where Anne was being held.