I wrote this scene rather recently. The third book is vastly different than it was when I first started this journey. I think it’s stronger now.
From Protector of the Grey House:
With gritted teeth, he closed his eyes and thought of the night she gained rank. He remembered talking with Vincent, remembered when Natalia came into the study and went to stand behind the desk. The memory seemed to split in two at that point. One memory was of he and Vincent speaking, the other was of Natalia twirling her necklace and then talking as if he were her puppet.
His eyes grew wide as he continued to see the different memories. There weren’t that many, but there were enough. Antony growled as anger consumed him, but dissipated just as quickly. Anger would do him no good. He pushed all the memories aside, calmed himself and stood. He regarded Natalia with mild annoyance.
“Fine. You controlled me. Then what?”
She stood, surprise on her face. “You’re not angry?”
“My feelings on this matter little. We’re here to find out if you betrayed Vincent or not.”
Natalia frowned. “What did you do when you were human?”
He gave a short harsh laugh. “That matters little, as I haven’t been human in a long time.”