Chapter Sixteen

The cool, moist glass felt refreshing as Nick rested his forehead against the window pane.  He’d been moved from the dank and dark underground cell to a prison on the open sea a few days earlier.  It required minimal guards to move him, since the loss of circulation from being tied for so long rendered his limbs practically useless.   He was only now getting full use of them back.  Anticipating the return of his strength, his captor allowed him freedom for one night, but then shacked both a wrist and an ankle the following morning.

Although he still hadn’t met his captor, he suspected it was a shadow walker up to no good.  He’d strained his memory, trying to think who he might have angered enough to do such a dastardly thing to him, but could come up with no one.

He’d lost track of the amount of time he’d been held captive, but from the shape and position of the moon, he knew it was approaching one month.