Chapter 173: Priscilla

PRISCILLA HAD TRADED ONE cell for another. Granted, being put up in this swanky hotel was a world of difference from the concrete and chain-link she'd been in the last few days.

She turned the TV in her room off. For one, she could hardly figure out how to work the thing. Her mind wasn't ready to check out. She kept going back to that moment in the van when she'd been certain they were about to get captured again. The overwhelming sense of guilt she'd had for dragging Brenden into this had nearly drowned her.

And then he'd told her he was saving her.

She was such an idiot, and he was a big, fat liar no matter what he claimed.

Where was he?

She rolled off the bed and slid her feet into the sneakers Melody had given her.

Priscilla needed to find Brenden. She didn't know what she'd say to him or why this mattered so much.

She walked out of the bedroom and into the main part of the suite.

The four guys were playing cards and eating popcorn. The woman wasn't around and neith