Chapter 41: Unexpected Delay

The overwhelming stench of burning pitch burned Taurian's nostrils and acrid smoke burned his throat, making him cough and choke. He thrashed to sit up, but thick chains held him down on a table. No matter how much he strained, the bindings across his chest, legs, and arms refused to budge.

In the corner, the woman from earlier stared at him and smoked a pipe. Her gray hair belying her taupe, unwrinkled face. Though her shoulders were slightly hunched, she gave the air of superiority despite her small five-foot frame.

Why had this old human brought him here and chained him like a spiked pheasant about to be butchered?

"Release me!" Where was Dena? Was she okay?

"Not until you answer my questions first." She didn't move, but he sensed she would do everything in her power to make him stay until she was satisfied.

There wasn't time for this. He had to rescue Dena...the Tryn had duplicated Taurian and chased after her.