“Maybe,” Lambert says, but his frown says he doesn’t think so either. He bends his focus to finishing binding Strange up, and quicker this time, because he has a pretty good feeling that whatever happens next they don’t want to be caught like sitting ducks for it.

That feeling is pretty much confirmed when the Mother of Invention herself — or her body, at least — steps right on through, and the witcher groans.

“Shit,” he mutters. “Guess the Mark didn’t get her after all.”