Chapter Thirty-Seven
A man with a thick beard was looking into Ethan’s eyes. Ethan sat bolt upright, knocking the man out of the way. Then the pain from his leg hit. He roared. He grabbed his foot but it wasn’t there. It was gone. His eyes popping, Ethan found himself staring at a stump that ended half way down his lower leg. His foot had been amputated.
“Wh... Wh...,” he gasped. “Stars, where’s my foot? Where’s my foot? What have they done to me?”
A voice to one side said, “I-I’m sorry. That’s how you were when you arrived.”
It was the bearded man. He’d scooted away from Ethan and was sitting scrunched up, hugging his legs in the corner of the chamber.
Ethan swung around, taking in his surroundings He was still in the threads’ prison. Except he wasn’t. This one was smaller, and... Et
