Aris awoke with a gasp, she was no longer in the sack, which was good for her. Her heart was racing as she breathed heavily. She was held up by the arm by one of the men that had taken her. Her eyes darted this way and that, trying to find an exit or open window.<span style="font-style: italic">Now to find a way out of here...</span>She could feel her wings were unbound, and she reacted quickly. Flapping her wings as hard as she could, she managed to lift herself a few feet into the air, but the mercenaries had seen this trick of hers before. They hurried and grabbed her again, pulling her down. She let out a muffled cry of frustration as she was pinned back on the ground, her cheek on the cold marble floor.<br/><br/>--------------------------<br/><br/>Nathaniel let out a growl of impatience. "We don't have time for this! If what Silas said is true, shouldn't we be going after Aris??"