Chapter Sixteen
Trelon lay in bed wondering which god or goddess he had pissed off when he realized he was alone once again. When he tried to sit up, a tug on his wrists prevented him from moving more than a few centimeters. Closing his eyes, he decided he must have pissed every single one of them off.
He was chained to the bed, with the chain he had used on his little mate. He jerked his arms, but they didn’t budge. Trelon tried to scoot up to the headboard of the bed to give himself more leverage, but he couldn’t because both of his ankles were attached to the bottom of it. Roaring out in rage, Trelon struggled to break the chains, but they were too strong. His only recourse was to shift. He had to call to his dragon three times before it responded. It was too busy laughing its ass off
