CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t struggle against my own captors. Still, Ros’ willingness to continue to fight stoked within me a flame of hope. That, and some determination to get the heck out of Dodge before the hangings started.
One of my own guards gave me a slight nudge on the back. “Get going.”
I scowled at him but couldn’t do much more than follow their orders down the hall. They were the same hulking boar men who had captured us in the dungeons. The pair each held a thick staff of metal that must have weighed a hundred pounds each, and yet they handled the sticks like they were toothpicks.
That gave me an idea. I looked from one of my escorts to the other. “You guys wouldn’t happen to have a long extra-sharp claw, would you?”
One of them frowne
