Caleb Foster’s POV
I was shoved into the back of one of the cars with my wrists and ankles bound in silver. I could hear the rest of the warriors congratulating each other before getting back into their cars.
The other cars drove off leaving me alone in the car with four of the largest warriors I had ever seen. I was moved to the centre of the back seat so that a warrior could sit to either side of me. They each held a silver bladed dagger which they held with the point against my waist.
“Don’t you think this is a bit much.” I complained.
“We wouldn’t want you to escape before the king gets his hands on you.” One of them said.
The rest of them started laughing as though this was some kind of joke and I had missed the punchline. If you asked me they were much too jovial given the c
