Monsell took a step forward, with Luna holding his hand.

 

"We will throw them in the dungeon; that is exactly what we would do." Monsell said.

 

Luna's lips curled up into an evil smile. "Let's get them!"

 

Monsell grinned and removed her hands from his; he broke the metal he had placed on her wrist. He stepped backward.

 

"I would handle the rest of the stuff; get rid of them." He ordered.

 

Luna nodded. "Sure."

 

Monsell turned around and began walking away. Ashford couldn't let him leave like that. Ashford hurried after him, catching him by the hand and throwing a punch at his face. Just as Ashford was about...