Nomely and Koran put cuffs on us resembling those worn by meta-dog slaves on their wrists. Except that ours would certainly be less tight than theirs.
I still didn’t know where Cahl had gone and worry was eating into my stomach like acid. Only the certainty that he was still alive gave me the courage not to cry like a lost little girl.
Alek Swan probably knew we were going to save our fellow compatriots. Maybe, that’s even what he wanted us to do. Maybe, it was just a trap set by this man: like including wolves from the Leirigh pack in his militia, forcing us to discover the bodies of Harvey and the others... but did we have any other option than getting into his game, as twisted and bloody as it was?
“It’s done,” muttered the blond giant, checking one last time that the cuffs weren’t c
