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  Caleb stood at the ready behind the door, sword in hand as the door swung in. Olivia stepped through, checking to make sure no one saw her, breathing easier, then jumping when she saw Caleb.

  “So?” he demanded

  “They have them locked up in the dungeon,” she told them in a panic.

  “Prefect, tonight you’ll show us how to get down to the dungeons to release them, and then we’ll overpower Bart, and give Greyson back his throne.” Caleb rubbed his hands together; he loved it when a plan came together.

  “It’ll be too late by then,” Olivia cried.

  “What are you talking about?” Kayne questioned her.

  “Bartholomew has released a declaration claiming that Greyson was the one behind the murder of Tyrone, and that he and the others have been captured and will be hung today at noon,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

  “How can he claim that Grey murdered Tyrone?” Caleb demanded.

  “He says he has a witness,” Olivia told them.

  “Who?”

  “Helene and Fredrick,” Olivia spat. “The bitch betrayed him, once again.”

  “Who’s Helene?” Caleb questioned.

  “Greyson’s former fiancée, until she got engaged to Bartholomew,” Olivia explained.

  “Fredrick?”

  “Bartholomew’s manservant. He’ll say whatever Bart tells him to, he’s so loyal to him.”

  “Not exactly objective observers, are they?” Caleb stated. “Where are they going to hang them?”

  “The town center,” she told them.

  “So, not here at the castle.” Caleb saw his plans go down the drain.

  “No, they want as many people as possible to witness the hanging. It’s a way to keep the people in line,” Olivia surmised.

  “Scare tactics 101,” Kayne piped up.

  “Yes, Bart and Dreyden like to rule by fear. I sometimes think that it turns them on.” She looked at Caleb, her eyes begging for his help. “You have to save them. Bart used to be jealous of Greyson, but since Dreyden showed up, I think he’s gone crazy.” Caleb looked at her, as she clung to his arm.

  “You love him,” Caleb probed.

  “What? No!” she protested.

  “Yes you do,” he advised.

  “He’s my king, and my friend. I don’t want to see him hang for something he did not do,” Olivia informed him.

  “Deny it all you want,” Caleb told her. “But have no fear, nobody will hang today.” Caleb gave them a smile.