“Okay.”
“They’ll hurt when he starts walking,” Diego warned. “Try to press against him to minimize your movements as much as possible. The more you jostle, the more it’s going to cause you pain.”
She nodded again and pressed in as close to Rio as she could get. Already she was exhausted and they hadn’t even begun the journey out. She didn’t even know how far they had to travel and she didn’t want to ask because she wasn’t sure she could handle the answer.
Instead she was going to put herself in their hands because she had no other choice. She had no idea who these men were—only that they knew her sister and they professed to want to help her.
She’d been prepared to die. It shamed her that she’d been so ready to give in. At her absolute lowest point, these men had appeared, refusing to let her give up. Rio had promised to take her home, though she had no inkling of what home meant. She’d spent too much time on the run, separated from her only family.
The idea that she was finally safe and could see her sister after so long was more than she could comprehend.
“Ready, Grace?” Rio called over his shoulder.
She took a deep breath, realizing that she was venturing into the unknown once again. Only this time she wasn’t alone and that bolstered her flagging resolve like nothing else could.
“Ready.”