Kev tried to get a little rest curled in the corner, but he didn’t sleep well. He never did, really. When the gongs sounded, Archer rose like he was waking up from a sleep where he hadn’t been tossing and turning for the past few hours. Kev didn’t say anything about it. He still found it difficult to rest here so he could hardly fault a first-timer for it. Yawning, Archer picked up the cloak from the floor and put it on.
“Kev,” he said.
Kev went to him, waiting for an order, instructions. For a moment Archer looked like he’d ask what Kev wanted, then he motioned with a hand.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
Kev’s heart raced as Archer bound his wrists together, then extended the chain to his collar. By the time Archer had finished and grabbed the end of the chain in his hand, Kev
