Before I have time to process what’s happening, an army of guards enters the room led by Bethea. “To the dungeon with both of them,” she orders coldly, holding her nose high in the air.
I struggle a little against Lucas’ grasp, but he only holds tighter the more I resist.
The guards lead us through the stone hallways and out to the courtyard, over to a separate building on the outskirts of the palace complex.
It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but I know what lies within those walls.
Down the old, crumbling staircase we are dragged. Angelo weeps silently beside me, and it breaks my cold heart.
I have to get him out of this. I do.
Lucas takes me into a cell himself, not trusting any of the other guards to be able to hold me. His back is turned to the entrance when he lets m
