Anderson grunted and began to feel out his bonds. His legs had been arranged straight out in front of him, ankles tied firmly and then secured to a ring or something anchored in the floor. He couldn't even bend his legs because his arms had been tied behind him and secured to another ring in the wall or something. So a smart kidnapper who'd arranged suitable accommodations ahead of time-or known what to look for when he'd been house hunting for evil kidnapper headquarters.
Hazy light let him see that Lynn was in much the same situation, but against the opposite wall, though they were close enough his feet reached halfway up Lynn's shins.
Why the f**k had Sean kidnapped them? When had he become an alchemist? His father was a goddamn priest. Had Sean really gone that far off the rails? Was
