Book 2: Torture

Rafe

Silver chains burn into my flesh as I sit bound on a bench in a cell in the dungeon. The silver keeps me from being able to move, much less escape. Zeke and Jerim are in the cell next to me. I can see them through the bars. They are not bound in silver, but they are no more able to escape than I am.

Eight guards watch us closely. Well, six guards watch us closely. Two are playing a game of cards. I’m still mystified that Kris was able to get so many of them on his side. I can see some of the other guards in other cells. They must have protested this little coup.

Kris bursts into my cell, madder than a wet cat. I notice a slight trace of blood under his nose and an Ainslee-sized handprint on his cheek.

“Problems wooing the she-wolf?” I grin, despite the pain of the silver chains.

Kris rounds on me, and I laugh.

“You won’t be laughing by the time I’m done with you,” Kris seethes at me.

He’s still showing a little fang, an