THIS MIGHT HAVE BEEN the first time I’d ever woken up wondering where I was, without having to drink myself unconscious first. I wasn’t sure I liked the concept.
It was also unusual for me to wake up wearing handcuffs. Not completely unheard of, to be honest, but it certainly wasn’t the norm.
I pushed myself into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall for support, and tried to make sense of my surroundings.
The Beast lay a few feet away, not yet awake. He was also handcuffed, and lay in the centre of an ornately drawn pentagram. I recognized some of the symbols, but most of them were beyond me. This was higher level stuff.
I looked at the floor around my feet. No pentagram. Fair enough. I wasn’t a huge supernatural being with special abilities. But then I felt the weight of
