C9 A Brewing Storm: Chapter Nine

Jamie’s arms ached, and his shoulders felt like they were coming loose in their sockets. He was cold, the cellar was damp and he was naked. He had a blinding headache from having his mind violated for three hours. He’d managed to keep the Mind Weavers out of his head to some extent, about which he felt grimly pleased, but they’d ripped more from him than he was comfortable with