Miranda's POV:
Some hours later, he returned.
"Get the f**k away from me." I rubbed my eyes with a groan, pushing Luca away. An act that was utterly useless as he didn't even budge.
I didn't even know when I had fallen asleep but I recalled sitting on the floor and trying to plot an escape plan that could have a nine percent chance of success. Or less if I was lucky.
"Eat." He said handing the food over to me. Glaring at him, I kicked the food out of his hands, sending it flying across the room.
He grazed his teeth over his lips, clearly trying to exercise patience with me.
"You have a day left." He said, getting up from his squatting position. And even though it hurt to watch him from my sitting position, I still did.
"I told you I have no idea about whatever hard drive you're
