Harley’s POV
When I wake up, I’m welcomed with a searing headache, a throbbing pain in my back where the dart hit me, and a dry, scratchy, thirsty throat.
I squint in the bright, LED light around me, trying to make out my surroundings. I’m in some sort of glass room—or maybe it’s plastic?
It’s a cell, I realize then—not a room. There’s no door that I can see; there’s just… walls.
And, on either side of me, more cells.
Seth’s in the one next to me. Still unconscious.
I think I’m going to f*****g hurl.
I reach out my hands to blast the sides of my cell with fire, but when the fire subsides, the walls are completely untarnished. I try again with lightning, water, ice, and wind, but nothing. Even my Telekinesis has no effect on the walls.
I curse, punching the wall with my hand so hard
