He slumped to the floor and blacked out.
Sometime later—minutes or days, he couldn’t tell—Fletcher awoke. He was lying on something soft . . . a bed? Opening his eyes, he saw a stone ceiling above him. With a groan he looked around. He was on a bed, but it had been set up in a jail cell across from Keriya and Roxanne. They were each sitting on a cot of their own. Keriya was watching him. As soon as she saw he was awake, she hurried to the front of her cell.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“Like I got hit by an avalanche,” he muttered, holding his head. “What happened?”
“The enchantment got you,” said Roxanne. “You must have been pretty angry at Effrax for it to affect you that bad. He came to see us while you were out cold. Wanted to bring you to the infirmary, but the guards forbade it.
