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Right away.”

I dug through my memories for any deities my parents had called out to. I couldn’t remember a single name. “Keep her safe. Please,” I murmured out loud. Prayed someone or something could hear me. Would answer my plea.

Chapter 36 – Hollyn

I blinked rapidly, tried to clear the clouds and mist from my vision. It still looked like I was standing in the middle of a cloud bank. I reached up to rub my eyes. Only I couldn’t. Restrained once again.

Damn it.

I reached out with my senses. It didn’t work in this world as well as it had worked when I was in the Village. Nature whispered to me there. But all the cement and metal in Triport blocked that communication. Nothing whispered back to me. Time for the old-fashioned route.

“Hello?” I called softly.

“It’s awake,” a hard, feminine voice called. She grabbed at something on my head and yanked.

I rolled my lips in to keep from shouting when she pulled some of my hair out with whatever the cloth had been. I blinked again, glad my eyes hadn’t been lying to me. They were still working.

I looked up at the woman. She had a very thin body. So thin, I could see most of her bony parts. Her hip bones looked like mountain cliffs in her tight muted green dress. Her dark red hair and pale skin made her look like one of the Fair Folk that the Village school taught about.

“Who are you?” I asked.

She shook her head. “We’re not here to become friends. You’re simply leverage for that idiot Thane to do as he’s told. But just know, if he screws this up, you get to die.” With that, she spun on her tall, skinny heel and left. The door slammed shut behind her before three loud clunks sounded.

Joke was on her. I’d been locked away before. This would be a piece of cake.

I looked around my prison. I was sitting on the bed—the only piece of furniture in the square space. Off in the corner was a door that stood slightly ajar. The light was off inside that next room.

First things first. I studied the bindings on my wrists. It looked silver and had a lot of different fibers running through it. I pulled on my hands. It allowed me to move a couple millimeters, but that was about it.

But if it had any kind of give, then I could figure out how to get out of them. I leaned forward, started pulling and yanking with my teeth. Before I made any progress, something rumbled to life on the other side of the room. I jerked in a turn, tried to prepare myself to attack.

It looked like a set of round metal boxes had been set up in a row. It clanked and clunked as it hissed. When nothing came out of it, I turned back to my hands.

Connected by a long length of the sticky silver fabric that had been braided and threaded through the headboard, I needed to get loose so I could do some investigation. That was the key to being in prison. I needed to know every single possible option in the room. Needed to catalogue what I had available.

I bit and tore at the stuff around my wrists. Eventually, I figured out that if I held it with my teeth and twisted my hand out and away, that it would tear slightly. Pushing the aching in my teeth away, I managed to get it torn enough that I could rip the rest of it with a quick twist and yank of my hands.

Finally free, I got up off the bed and moved to the far room. It had a toilet and a sink with a huge gross bowl on the floor that looked big enough to hold a person. I went to the bathroom. Used only a couple of the squares of tissue on the roll next to me. I didn’t know if they would give me any more. Not that it mattered a whole lot. We didn’t have the paper stuff back in the Village. We used fabric that we washed all the time. I looked at my shirt. I could rip it up into little squares and use that if it came to it.

I moved back into the bigger room with the bed. A bottle of water and a wrapped square sat in the middle of it. I unwrapped the square and saw a sandwich. I tore it in