Time lost meaning as I drifted in the water, still bound to the floor and ceiling, unable to pull free of the cuffs. Silver chains drifted in invisible currents, sliding over my skin with the stinging bite of jellyfish tentacles. Before Brandy had flooded the basement, the chains had formed a curtained cage to contain me and keep the males away, torturing them so the sorcerer could harvest their fury, their lust, and their pain. Now the silver served to torture me and to remind me I lived. She had kept her promise to me, but I wondered if the silver would kill me before my wolf and I starved. Brandy’s laughter still rang in my ears. If my bad luck held out, the silver would torment me for at least a month before I finally succumbed. If I were fortunate, Fenerec died faster from starvation than humans. I had a feeling they didn’t. Fenerec were difficult to kill. I remembered my wolf’s viciousness when she—when we—had killed Rory and Isabella. Brandy had kept her promise, but instead of a quick, merciful death, she left me to die a slow and miserable one.
