10FeliciaFive minutes later, Lance and I are walking through the hallways of the boat. We’re not sneaking, though I feel like we should be. Lance said there was no point. The boat only has so many hallways and we’re bound to bump into someone. “And if they find him?” I asked.
Lance just shrugged. “Then I fight, but let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
Lance holds my hand and I wear nothing but lingerie. He says we’ll get clothes when we get to France. If we get to France. He asked me if I trust him and the truth is I do. Maybe that’s a mistake. I barely know this man, though I know him more than I understand. And he saved my life. The way I see it, that’s got to count for something.
We reach the staircase at the end of the hallway when a man stumbles from one of the rooms. The door to h
