Chapter 62: Handcuffed To The Bed

Jack

"Adeline," Jack yelled to the empty room and rattled the bed's headboard, but the cuff on his wrist didn't budge. After thirty minutes of cursing, swearing, and straining to free himself, he ceased fighting. Who knew expensive hotel beds could take so much abuse?

The intoxicating waft of a burger teased him from the bedside table. At least, Adeline ordered him some food before taking off. With his free hand, he grabbed the burger and ate. God, it tasted good. The hotel phone mocked him from the farthest nightstand. Reaching it was impossible. The shattered lamp paid the price for his failed attempts.

Surely, she faced Zarna by now. Was she in danger? Not that he could do anything about it. When he saw her again, he'd tell her exactly what he thought of her little stunt. Maybe cuff her. He growled and tugged on his shackles again.