CHAPTER 150 DEATH BY HANGING.

The next morning, in the dungeons, the three were huddled together, still thinking about how to escape. There was nothing any of them could think of. The future was quite bleak, and there wasn't any hope that they were going to get out of the dungeon anytime soon. That was the moment the footfalls of the guards returned. Some seconds later, the door creaked open, and a group of guards marched in. They all looked so angry as they spotted the three of them there. Claire straightened up as she wondered why more guards had marched in. Was this it? The moment they were going to be taken out and killed. Declan also thought the same thing because he straightened up. He took Anya's hand. Anya was still weak. Her body was still wracked in pain, but her wound was healing. The guards had been surprisingly kind enough to bring in a nurse who had treated her wounds and told her that she would be good in a few weeks, even though she was expecting to be killed in a few days, considering w