She apologized with her eyes and smiled sweetly, like she hadn’t known that it was him. Broch wasn’t sure what to think of the woman, though he had to believe that she learned some skills from being trapped in a prison with so many men.
They got to the van, and he stopped in front of it. “This will get you out of here and not caught.”
She nodded.
“My name is Broch.”
Broch waited for her response. Why he was so obsessed with hearing her voice, he had no clue. He had to hear it though.
“Christin.”
One word, but just enough.
“Come on, Christin. We’ve got to get out of here. We’re running late as it is.”
She took his hand and was pulled up into the dark interior. Broch shut the door and told Brody to drive.
“Let’s get the hell out of here, boys. That’s no place to be.”
Chapter 6
Christin
One minute she was thinking about leaving, and the next, she was getting into a van, with a green-eyed man that she still couldn’t really see his face all that well. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she looked around the van. All eyes were on her, save for the driver, who was moving at a rapid clip away from the prison. She let out a sigh of relief and then smiled. She didn’t know what to say, not knowing if she’d just put herself in a worse position. She didn’t think it true. Christin saw something in Broch’s eyes, and she had followed him.
“Thanks for the ride. You can let me off anywhere away from there.”
She was still smiling, but well aware that she was heavily outnumbered and two of the occupants of the van were in fact prisoners like her, so murderers. Nothing better could be said about the men that had saved them, as well as her.
“I have a place not far from here. You can get a proper shower, pick out some clothes, anything you want.”
Christin thought it too good to be true, but it was in the way that he ‘suggested’ it, that it didn’t feel like a suggestion. She was well aware that she was expected to thank him and agree. So, that’s what she did.
Christin had no idea what she was going to do now. She wanted to get to William. She hadn’t seen him in over a year, save for the one time Phillip had brought him to court, the day of her conviction and sentencing. Christin didn’t want that to be the last time that William saw his mom. She had to get herself presentable, figure some things out and a hot shower, fresh clothes, sounded really nice.
“Thank you, Broch. I don’t know why you helped me, but I am grateful.”
He waved her off. “That place is hell. No one should be there.”
Christin would have disagreed, meeting several that needed to be there, or beneath the place, but she wasn’t going to comment. She just nodded and looked out the window, still trying to believe that she was free. How was that even possible?
***
Christin wasn’t expecting much, but she had her sights set on something bigger and nicer than the small cabin they had bumped along a winding road to get to. It wasn’t at all what she had expected, considering the man’s attire, but Christin wasn’t going to fret. She was nervous to be in such a closed-up space with so many men, but her plan was to leave in the night. They had helped her enough. She wouldn’t take advantage of their generosity. Not to mention, two of them were murders and these were their friends. As much as Christin trusted Broch, that trust didn’t extend to the rest of them.
“Don’t worry, this will just be for the night. We will go to my other place in the morning, after I clear your names. What’s your full name?”
“Clear my name?”
He agreed and Christin was surprised, but she didn’t believe that the man would be able to. On the slight chance that he could, Christin was going to need a clear name for what she was going to do next.
“Christin Sinclair.”
Her name would pull rank in some circles, but Christin knew that she was in the wrong circle for that. She was nothing but a convicted murderer in the human world. If that could change…it would make everything easier.
“Will do, Christin. Take a shower first. I will find some towels and bring them to you, as well as some clothes. I will have to see what I can find on that front. I wasn’t planning on liberating a woman tonight.”
Christin thanked him and went toward the bathroom. It was a moment of peace in the chaos still going on in her mind. What had she been thinking? What was she thinking? She looked back at the rough-looking men around her and sighed. Christin was in an ever more perilous predicament. How was she ever going to sleep in such a situation?
