CHAPTER THREE
Stinger leaned against the wall, his arms folded over his chest, as he looked through the one way glass at Rime. The ice man sat alone in a soundproof room on the other side of the glass, his arms and legs tied to a steel chair bolted to the ground. Stinger’s venom had worn off, which meant that Rime could move his whole body like normal again, but he had been sprayed with some powerless gas in order to make sure that he didn’t use his powers to escape. Even so, Rime still looked dangerous.
Rime wasn’t alone in that room. Black Blur stood before him, waving his arms every now and then, clearly trying to get him to talk. But Rime, as far as Stinger could tell, had not said a word since being brought down into the underground jail cells of Hero Island. Stinger glanced at Bolt
