Chapter Five
"Hands out," one of the guards demands after bursting into the flat unannounced.
Not that they ever think to tell me they're coming in. I don't think they care if I'm changing or not.
"Why?" I ask.
Elias clears his throat from behind the annoying guy. I don't need any more than that to know he thinks it's a good idea. I'm not sure why he thinks that, but hopefully I'll find out sooner rather than later.
I hold out my hands and let the guard clip the heavy handcuffs around my wrists. I don't need to ask to know they can't be broken by my harpy strength. Hopefully, Elias knows what he's doing and has a key for them.
If not, we're going to have a bit of a problem on our hands.
"Follow," the guard instructs.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
He grunts.
That's on me. I should
