When Chase woke up his head was pounding and everything was dark. He shifted, trying to raise a hand to rub at his eyes only to find his hands were bound behind his back, chained to the chair he was sitting in.

A rush of panic washed over him briefly and he yanked at the chains, looking around the room wildly. Movement in a dark corner caught his eye and he froze, choking back a sob that threatened to escape.

“You’re a slippery little bug, aintcha,” the voice ...