Chapter 2
When Cillian came to, he found himself tied to a chair and gagged in the dungeon. Again. His head ached and his hands and feet were becoming numb from the lack of circulation. He tried fidgeting but his bonds were too tight to allow the slightest movement. His gag didn’t let him utter more than soft sounds, too quiet to be heard more than a few feet away.
Cillian glanced around the darkening dungeon, for anything that could help him escape but there was nothing close. His chair was too heavy with his weight to budge.
He sighed in surrender, resigned to wait until Pepys, Arten, or Dodd to release him. What did he do now to incur their wrath? Did they want something from him? The last thing he could remember was looking out the window waiting for the Queen Mother Beyta to…
That
