Emma stumbled as she was pushed into the prison wagon,
catching herself on the wall of the cage, the iron manacles around her wrists
clinking loudly against the chain connecting them. Liam was already
inside and sitting against the back wall of the dark cage, his cuffed hands
rubbing his neck gently.
“Are you -” he tried to say, his voice weak and raspy as he
broke off in a pained cough.
She nodded, turning back to the black metal door behind her.
“I’m fine.” Killian…
A moment later, his limp body was tossed onto the floor of
the wagon and the iron gate swung shut. The largest of the bounty hunters
snarled through the thin space between the fat metal bars. “Best get
comfortable, Highness,” he jeered as he slammed the huge lock shut. “We’ve
got a bit of a trip ahead of us and I can’t wait to get paid for you lot.”
He walked away, leaving them alone in the near darkness.