When Chase came to he had a pounding headache and he found that he was tied down even tighter than before. He felt tears pricking at his eyes as he stared down at his lap, praying that anyone would come and save him.

Orland walked over and lightly smacked his cheek, nudging Chase’s chin upwards to look at him. “You've got guts,” he said, looking vaguely impressed. “You had to have known that wouldn't get you anywhere.”

Chase scowled at him and jerked his ...