Mirabella stared at him long. “I didn’t run from home,” she said, her tone tight and defensive. “I simply ran away from you. From your control.”
Hunter’s jaw flexed. He shifted a little on the couch. He looks composed unlike her. “I see what you’re doing,” he said quietly. “You don’t want to acknowledge it’s home. You don’t want to seem vulnerable.”
Her heart thumped fast in her chest. “It’s not my home, Hunter,” she said. “You literally kidnapped me and took me to your mansion. It’s not my home. It’s yours.”
Hunter took a slow step forward, his eyes fixed on her. “It’s not a home anymore,” he murmured. “Not without you. We’ve done so many things there together. I thought you were getting used to it — to me. Even Ashley and everyone at the club thought so.”
Mirabella folded her arms, h
