#Chapter 87Captivity

Leo Leo woke slowly. His entire body ached, and he was groggy from the effects of the drugs. His mouth was dry and his eyes were gritty. He tried to reach up to rub his eyes and something jerked at his wrists. He pried one eye open and looked down. He was chained down to the floor. He turned his head and took in his surroundings. The room was small, and smelled of cleaning products and mildew. There was an old bucking leaning in one corner and several empty shelves overhead. He must be in an old cleaning supply closet. Huh. The Rogues couldn’t even be bothered to put him in a real cell. Maybe they didn’t have one. As far as he knew, the Rogues didn’t take prisoners. He felt so special. Leo tugged at each of his limbs, testing the strength of the chains. They were strong and well anchored. He wouldn’t be getting free with pure brute force. It was a pity he didn’t have the fascination for human magicians that Ethan did. His friend could wiggle his way out of cuffs like a fi