I'm still breathing fast. I don't bother opening my eyes or lifting my head. My kidnappers'll know I'm awake.

Weather I like it or not, I force my eyes open. My golden, still soaked, hair sticks to my head, which is odd because it usually almost defies gravity.

I'm in a dark, blank room. Literally. It's cold with a stone floor and walls.

Then the steel door creeks open. I see a symbol I though I'd never see again-- a diamond sword and axe clashing together.

Four older guys walk in with huge grins on their faces.

"So, Solace. We meet again," one with a blue hoodie and brown hair says, smirking.

"I suppose so. How's Poofles and Vikklan going?" I ask, a casual, sarcastic smile on my face.

Lachlan hisses. "None of your business!"

I grin challengly. "Well, I obviously am here for business, so I guess it is."

Preston rolls his eyes. "Enough smartass comments, Solace. You're here for information."

"About what?"

Rob snickers. "Not what, who."

My sarcastic frown instantly drops.
I gulp. "Who exactly are we talking about?"

"Your new "friend". That alcemist kid," Vikk sneers, holding out a photo.
I squint, noticing it's a picture of that time Seto and I met at the bus stop.
Were they spying on me?!

I sigh.

"What do you want to know?"