Page 2 of Fractured Sky
He’d tried everything to get out.He’d rattled the bars, had poked at the lock, and had called out for someone to help him.Nothing had changed.The only people he saw ignored him.
By now, he’d found out their names.It hadn’t been easy, but the fact that the three of them behaved as if he were a piece of furniture had helped.Unfortunately for him, knowing these guys’ names didn’t do him any good.He was still stuck in a fucking cell.
Sol huffed and pushed a strand of dark hair away from his eyes.He glanced at the bars, wondering if he should try to rattle them again.It wouldn’t change anything, but it would give him a distraction for a few minutes, which was something he sorely needed.
He was bored.
He was also terrified, confused, and worried.He had no idea why these people had grabbed him.If he had to guess, it had to do with the fact that he was a dragon shifter.It would be too big of a coincidence if that wasn’t the case, but none of the questions he’d asked had been answered, so he couldn’t be sure.
Why was his being a dragon shifter important?He’d never met other shifters, and he thought there weren’t a lot of them around.Hell, sometimes, he wondered if he was the only one.The three guys who’d taken him had never shifted in front of him, so he wasn’t sure what they were, but one kept poking at him and doing weird stuff.If Sol hadn’t been a human who turned into a massive dragon, he would’ve thought he was going nuts when he saw Carlyle do magic.He hadn’t known that magic existed outside of books and movies, but he’d seen the proof that it did.
He wished he hadn’t.
Sol had no idea what Carlyle was trying to do to him, but it couldn’t be good.He wished he didn’t have to stick around to find out, but unfortunately, no one was coming to rescue him.Pippa would try, but what could she do against a mage?She probably didn’t even know where Sol was.Hedidn’t know where he was.
So, no one was coming.That meant that Sol would have to get out of this mess on his own, and he had no idea how to do that.
The sound of footsteps on the stairs that led to Sol’s cell made him jump.He moved away from the bars and pressed his back against the wall on the other side of the cell.So far, no one had hurt him, but he didn’t trust any of these people.
He wasn’t surprised when Carlyle was the one who appeared.The other two guys, Graham and Simon, only came around to feed Sol.Carlyle, on the other hand, kept doing his weird magic stuff.Sol could tell he was the dangerous one.
He’d been right to step away from the bars.
Carlyle barely even looked at Sol.He was carrying a plastic container, which he put down on a table he’d had Simon place there the day they’d captured Sol.From where he was, Sol couldn’t see what he was doing, but he already knew how things would go.He’d seen it before.
He’d been right.Carlyle stayed for about half an hour, mixing things in his container and using his magic on Sol.Sol had no clue what the magic was supposed to do, but he didn’t think it was working because Carlyle looked frustrated.As far as Sol could tell, he always used the same spell, but it never worked.
Carlyle threw the container on the floor with a shout.The sound was loud and made Sol jump.He waited, expecting Carlyle to take his anger out on him.After all, if the spell wasn’t working, it was probably Sol’s fault.
But Carlyle didn’t hurt him.He kicked the container, then turned around and stomped away.He gave the impression of a toddler pitching a fit, but there was nothing cute or funny about this situation.
Sol slid down the wall and settled on the floor.He pulled his legs against his chest and wrapped his arms around them, pressing his cheek against his knee.Okay, what did he know for sure?He was a dragon shifter, and Carlyle was a mage or a witch or whatever he called himself.Carlyle was trying to cast a spell on him, but it wasn’t working.Carlyle was getting more and more frustrated as time passed, and his attempts continued to fail.Sol didn’t want to read too much into it, but he suspected that things would take a turn for the worse if the spell continued not to work.
That meant that soon, he’d be in trouble.So far, Carlyle hadn’t hurt him, but he might if he couldn’t get what he needed from him.That meant that Sol had to get out of there before that happened.
But how?
Sol thought he had his answer when about half an hour later, someone else came down the stairs.Graham was carrying a tray, and he wrinkled his nose at the sight of the container still on the ground.
“Hey,” Sol said, unfolding himself and getting to his feet.
Graham didn’t say anything, but when Sol stretched, he caught Graham staring at him and blushing furiously.Simon never gave him that kind of reaction.Simon never gave Sol any kind of reaction.It was like the guy was made of ice.No matter how many times Sol begged him to help or at least tell him what was going on, Simon didn’t give him anything.
Graham was the weakest link here.If Sol wanted to leave, he’d have to rely on Graham.
Graham didn’t answer, but Sol knew he was watching him as he pushed the tray into the cell through the opening under the door and started cleaning up the mess Carlyle had left behind.
“Carlyle was here earlier,” Sol said as he glanced at the food on the tray.
He should sit down to eat, but his ass felt numb from where he’d been sitting on the hard floor, so instead, he picked up the sandwich and paced as he ate.
“I still have no idea what he’s trying to do,” he continued.The sandwich was good, which meant that Graham had been the one to make it.He always put more care into Sol’s meals than Simon.“But maybe if you tell me, I could help.”
Graham made a strangled sound.Sol grinned, happy to know he’d gotten to him.He had no idea how, but that didn’t matter.
“Do you think you could tell me?”he asked.
Graham didn’t speak, but he shook his head.Sol sighed.It had been worth a try, but he hadn’t actually expected Graham to say anything.
