He forced himself into stillness, quieted his mind to wait. There was nothing else for him to do until the power went off, anyway. Time passed—a few hours, perhaps.
The sound of catcalls and shouts down the corridor made him lift his head.
His giant cellmate jerked his chin. “Here she comes.”
He flew to the panel of bars and leaned his head against the cool metal, grateful the bars weren’t electrified like most modern prisons. He knew from Zandian history this dungeon had been in use for thousands of years. With his neck cranked, he could see down the corridor at—oh vecking stars—what had they done to her?
Two guards dragged a n***d Talia past the cells.
His muscles flexed and bulged with the need to fight for her freedom. He shoved down the urge to call out to her in their language,
