Beka feels her blood turn to ice as the magic falls over her. She can tell easily enough that she's part of the working. The last time someone worked a magic on her against her will she was restrained and attacked by a mad Gifted noble. The memory still infuriates her, turning her eyes a shade of icy blue that's been known to send people into religious terror.

She had one hand on the captured criminal, so she's able to drag him with her as she bullies her way through the invisible crowd. She uses her lead-weighted baton to discourage people from staying in her path as she blindly forges in the direction of the caster.

"In the king's name," she growls, furious, "show yourself, mage!"