The name Grace may not have been her real name - though it was her middle name - but the woman was certainly not going to give this sadistic creature any true name to go off of. No, she was sure that once she got out of this, she would do her best to avoid the witch at all costs. Of course, what the girl didn't consider was the very real possibility of if she would get out of this. She was sure that her power would save her, and that she would be able to make the girl release her at any time she chose. She wasn't worried, not entirely, even though she did have a bleeding wound on her side that had turned into a dull, throbbing ache. Still, she kept her chin up and her eyes focused as the woman spoke, pursing her lips together. "I know lots of things, none of which I have any intention of telling you."

It was then that the woman allowed the power she wielded so effortlessly to her, the words offered with a nearly cocky attitude. Of course those words would work and within seconds she would find herself released from the bonds that held her and she would be on her way. She could see the way that the witch's eyes seemed to glaze over, and that gave the young Were a sense of satisfaction as she waited. But just as fast as that hazy feeling had set in, the witch seemed to compose herself. Edie's eyes met those blue ones of hers as the woman set in front of her, the first true hint of nerves apparent on Edie's features. She knew her power didn't work for everyone - it depended on their will power - but that this witch could shake it off so easily was a surprise.

Edie had just opened her mouth to reply to the woman when that knife flashed out so suddenly, slicing into her right thigh. For a blinding moment, Edie was positive that the witch had separated her leg from her body, and for the first time in years that controlled girl let out a scream of pain before she could control herself, her fingers curling in and nails biting at her own palm to try and refocus herself. Her head fell uselessly, sweat beginning to appear on her forehead as she struggled to keep herself focused and appearing strong. She was surely failing at that entirely. She didn't feel strong. She felt weak and defeated and scared, and she was sure she was showing that on her features even though she tried not to. If she could have reached the woman - and she was certainly trying as she tugged at the bonds that held her - she would have grasped ahold of that knife and drove it straight into the heart of the other woman. But as it was, she was bound and scared and even though she could so readily tug at that pack bond that held her to Frost, she wasn't sure she wanted him to find her like this. Or here, especially.

The girl clenched her jaw as the woman spoke of the bargain she would offer her, the girl quickly shaking her head. "You can go to hell," She snapped, though it sounded certainly lest feisty than she had appeared only moments before. She sounded weak, her head cloudy and desperately struggling to stay focused on the moment instead of succumbing to the pain. Like she had so many times before, she called on that healing power, begging it to heal her. And like every other time she'd tried it, it simply refused to offer her any of the relief she asked. "I have no doubt you'll kill me anyway, you bloody..."

Her voice trailed off as the woman spoke, ending up in just a small laugh as she took in what she was saying. "I told you, my name is Grace. I don't belong to a pack." She wondered, briefly, if she could hear the lie in her voice considering the way that her voice trembled from the pain. "I just... wanted a quick break in. I heard a faerie queen lived here, I thought that would be a quick way to score some money." Her eyes flashed to Vhalla, narrowing slightly. "I didn't realize I'd run into her guard dog."