The last thing he remembered was fire. It surrounded him, engulfed him, and suddenly there was nothing. It didn't hurt as much as he'd expected it to. It didn't really feel like anything. There was this nothingness, this darkness, and then he woke up. It took Chase a few moments to gather his bearings, to come to grips with the fact that he was still alive. He would've celebrated, if not for the fact that there was something very wrong. The Power normally flowing through his veins, it was gone. He couldn't feel it, he couldn't summon up the smallest bit of magic. And, as he looked around to figure out where the hell he was, he came to realize that he was in a freaking prison cell.

No magic, and all locked up. This had to be Caleb's doing. Somehow, the other witch had done this to him. With a growl of rage, he picked up the cot and threw it at the bars, as if the little tantrum could somehow free him.