I began to curse the moment I came back to my senses. Hadn't I just decided I was sick and tired of being manhandled, kidnapped and treated like a sack of old potatoes? I wrestled with the cuffs at my wrists, feeling a familiar tingle as the suppression magic inside them restricted me from using my witchcraft.

I sat up, looking about, hating the cell I found myself in, wooden slats for walls and more metal bars. The ground beneath me was moving, the sound of steel wheels on ...