CHAPTER 146 DEATH.

Theory on his face was the usual stern and angry expression. Anya wondered if they ever smiled or if it was part of their job to look so angry, like they had something that constantly troubled them. "Food time," he said, placing the tray on the floor. Claire glanced at Declan, wondering why he was wasting time. The plan was to take the opportunity as soon as the guard wasn't looking at them, but he was still there, sitting on the floor. That was the moment he saw the opportunity and took it. He lunged at the guard and tried to grab him. But his weakened state made his attempt futile. The guard saw him from the corner of his eyes before he jumped and deftly shifted, making Declan fall there on the floor. In an Impulsive attempt to take over again, Declan jumped towards the guard a second time, but he was ready this time, which wasn't a good thing. He easily overpowered Declan again and struck him hard across the face. Declan fell back and clutched his jaw in pain. "Don't be foolish.