Chapter 169: Brenden

Brenden glanced once more at the thin blanket Priscilla had pulled over herself. He could see her face looking back at him in his mind, the stubborn chin, defiant gaze. She was amazing. He'd known men who hadn't pulled themselves together after facing down half the shit she had. She was made of strong stuff.

He knew the objective of tonight's hit threw a wrench in things. It was the way she'd looked at him when she'd spoken about the insulin. She was a woman governed by what she thought was right, and he wasn't convinced she'd allow herself to be rescued before tonight. Her heart was too damn good.

Priscilla rolled onto her back and rubbed her face.

He glanced once more at the oblivious guard then pushed off the fence.

There were things he needed to talk about with her. She had to understand that these people weren't going to allow a cash cow like her to just walk out of here.

He crossed the cell to stand next to the mattress. Priscilla was already sitting, weariness clinging