The next day, Prue dragged Nate to a women's refuge. She didn't try and escape which made him as suspicious as hell.

The building looked like shit from the outside. High concrete walls topped with razor wire, paint peeling in the tropical heat, an iron gate that had seen better decades. Not exactly the kind of place Nate wanted to take an ambassador's daughter, but Prue had worn him down over breakfast with that stubborn look he was starting to recognize.

"Few hours. I don't like this side ...