Promise

Paige

As the sun started to dip toward the horizon, and I still hadn’t heard from Tom, I wandered into the third bedroom off the common area, the one where he’d sent all the items we’d hidden in a secret compartment in a cargo-hold before all the mercenaries arrived. The supplies to take care of the women we rescued. After talking to Sam, I realized I’d been spending too much time thinking about myself. This final bastard had kept me, tortured me, left me with permanent scars, but I wasn’t his only victim.

I opened the bulging suitcase and looked over the spare sets of clothes, a couple dozen in every size. We had no idea how many women the bastard would have. Despite our free rein, McKenna and I had always suspected the little pod we lived in might be one of several throughout the palace, each holding another five or six women.

McKenna. God, I hadn’t thought about her in a while. That visit had been just short of disastrous, but maybe I could reach out to her again. Tom gave her pare