Chapter 33

Meanwhile, back in his cell...

I need to find my wench.

Jory stretched, and the chain pulled taut with a metallic clang. A harder yank pulled it free of the wall. But he wasn't done. He broke the chain holding him on the other side. Then took care of the manacles clinging to his wrists. Hands free, he glanced at his ankles. Also wearing jewelry. Not his, he might add.

Snap. It took only a second more to free his legs and fully extend himself. Then he took proper stock of his situation.

Last he recalled, he'd made love to Lana. Made her sing with pleasure. Then, he'd woken up in a cell. Not a very nice one. Damp stone, no bed, and the floor lichen-covered. A hole in the ground acted as a privy.

But the thing he disliked most? No Lana.

Where was she?

Freed from his manacles, he approached the door and gripped the bars inset in it. He pressed his face against the metal. "Wench? If you can hear me, say something."