Miranda's POV:
"Now let us talk about—"
"There isn't much to talk about, Doc. Hand her over." Federico said. His voice, rich vibrating timbre sent shivers down my spine. His eyes held mine, dark and intense. I refuse to look away, even as uneasiness filled my belly.
"Hand her over?" Spencer asked. He laughed mirthlessly. "Surely you can't be serious about that."
Federico turned to him. I exhaled, freed from his intense stare. "I am not a piece of merchandise to be exchanged." I spat at the both of them, anger creeping up my gut. "You are breaking the law. And you both will pay for this."
Spencer pursed his lips, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Then he turned to Federico as if I hadn't spoken. "Now now, my dear Don, I would sure love to have her over. But sadly, I have a few plans
