Cage’s POV
“I thought maybe you could have an idea about her whereabouts,” I muttered, barely meeting Mia’s eyes.
“But why? I don’t walk around with her all the time. You don’t have to panic about her; I know she’s in good condition,” Mia replied, a hint of irritation in her voice.
“Mia,” I called out, hoping to get her full attention.
She seemed distracted, like something was bothering her. I had a feeling it had something to do with Tania. Her uneasy expression made me suspect she knew more than she was letting on.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” I asked, trying to sound as calm and curious as possible.
“Not really, but…” Mia snapped and then immediately stopped talking as if she had said too much already.
“What is it?” I asked again, trying to force the truth out of he
