Chapter XV
THE DRAGON’S FURY
EVERYTHING HURT. Each muscle in his body felt either strained or asleep, the spots where Sky’d been hit were burning. His wrists and ankles stung from the coarse ropes used to tie him up. Sky was cold. They’d stripped him naked, forced him face down, and spread-eagled on some old but sturdy wooden table. Splinters pierced through his skin when he moved, trying to cause the table to fall over. He hoped this old, ragged thing would break, but failed.
Sky couldn’t tell how long he’d been in the tent. The stench was only getting worse. He’d been alone since he’d been tied here. Despite his attempts at not sleeping, he had passed out. He’d awaken shivering, disoriented, and in pain.
Sky squeezed his eyes shut and thought of Storm. His only doubt was when Storm w
