CHAPTER 28: Mirabella's POV
The car ride was quiet. Too quiet.
Max's knuckles were tight around the steering wheel, jaw rigid, eyes locked on the dark, empty streets ahead. Streetlights flashed across his face like a warning sign, but he didn't speak.
I didn’t either. Not right away.
What was there to say when the man who supposedly wanted to protect you just shoved a needle in your arm and kidnapped you?
Real protector-of-the-year behavior.
My head still buzzed faintly, the aftereffects of whatever the hell he drugged me with making the world tilt ever so slightly. But my mind? Sharp as glass.
“You realize this is illegal, right?” I finally broke the silence, my voice low but steady, eyes narrowing on his profile. “I mean, I know cops have superiority complexes, but kidnapping? Bi
