At first he thought the loud pounding he heard was the surf battering the shore, but then he realized the pounding was inside his head. Probably a reaction to whatever had been used to render him unconscious. Locan hesitated to open his eyes. If anyone was watching, he didn’t want them to know he was awake.He should be able to transport home, even if he was being held in another realm, but when he thought of their comfortable cave in the world between, nothing happened. He tried it again, and again, nothing. Crap.There must be something in the bindings that held him in place, or maybe it was a drug, or was it this place? Something that kept him from using his power to move between realms. He was tightly bound, hanging upright but supported well enough that he wasn’t in pain. His arms were stretched out to his sides, his legs spread, though not uncomfortably wide. The air was clear and smelled of the sea. Whatever he’d smelled before he passed out was no longer evident. Now that had been foul.
