Miranda's POV:
I don’t know what time it was, but I woke up to an uncomfortable weight on my legs.
The seconds ticked by as my body struggled to piece together what was going on. Judging by the lack of light in the room, it was still night. My skin felt cold, was I sleeping on top of the blanket? I clearly remember sleeping under the covers. My legs won’t move. What’s wrong with them? Where am I? did Luca kidnap me again? As if he hasn’t done enough. My heart began to beat faster, thumping in my ears.
Suddenly the bedside lamp went off, momentarily blinding me.
“Oh sorry, oops. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
I screamed, my body reacting on instinct. I struck my hand out, but before I could hit who it was, a cold blade pressed to my throat.
“Stay still, officer. Wouldn’t want to die now,
