CHAPTER TWO
Aramis opened his eyes.
His head was throbbing. His mouth was dry, as well as his throat. The revelry from the night before, most likely. He tried to sit up but found his wrists bound at his sides by manacles.
“What the …?” the words were barely more than a whimper. His head rolled to the left. It was dark. Mostly. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he noticed a dim light flittering at the edge of his vision. His right eye felt swollen and he couldn’t see clearly out of it. He surveyed his surroundings. Stone walls and a metal gate.
Where am I?
Aramis tried to jerk his arm free, resulting in pain shooting through his wrist. His hand was wet and sticky with something, but he wasn’t sure what. He forced himself to calm down and breath. That was probably the only thing that d
