Lying on a cold stone table with your hands and ankles chained is uncomfortable, to put it mildly. But this is not the worst misfortune that has happened to you.

The quiet click of heels and strokes of cane echoed throughout the spacious hall. Hiding from Simon wasn't an easy task, but he eventually caught you.

“I’m usually hospitable, and this was a necessity,” Manus made a circle in the air with his clothed glove hand. “You were just too nimble.”

He smiled, but it only made you tense.