Rain hammered against the tinted windows of the SUV, the sound blending with the low hum of the engine. Mia’s gaze flicked toward Liam’s hand, still wrapped tightly around hers. His knuckles were white.
Laurent sat across from them, his dark eyes impassive. The leather seat beneath him didn’t seem to crease under his weight, as if the man himself was untouchable.
“You’re quiet,” Laurent said, his voice low.
Mia’s chest tightened. She forced herself to meet his gaze. “What do you expect me to say?”
Laurent’s mouth curved faintly. “Perhaps some gratitude.”
Her jaw clenched. “For what? For using Adrian and Dain’s lives as leverage?”
Laurent’s gaze sharpened. “They’re alive, aren’t they?”
Mia’s breath hitched. “Barely.”
Laurent’s gaze settled on her, unnervingly steady. “You don’t unde
