Vanora found Brenton in the dungeons pacing up and down the passage as the guards locked the ladies each in their own cells. The noblemen were demanding to know what was going on. The clanging of the chains on the cuffs were echoing through the caverns, and the cries from the ladies were ear-piercing!
“STOP!” Vanora shouted, bringing everyone to a halt and forcing silence to fall.
“Brenton, may I speak with you.” She demanded, and when he tried to say something, she gave him an angry look, forcing him to follow her back up the stairs from the dungeons.
“What? I’m trying to find out who betrayed us.” He waved his hands in the air once they were alone.
“I understand that, but don’t you think there could be a better way.”
“No.”
“Brenton!” She looked at him with her hands on her hips.
