Mia’s POV
Sebastian’s low, gravelly whisper vibrated against my ear, his hot breath brushing over the sensitive skin of my neck. High above us in the dark wooden rafters, that tiny red light blinked mockingly—a microscopic eye feeding every ragged breath, every tremor of my skin, back to Micah and Lucas at the command center.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs. They were watching. Micah with his cold, calculating eyes, analyzing my every weakness, and Lucas with that infuriating, dangerous smirk, enjoying every second of my struggle.
They wanted to watch me crack. They wanted to see the pristine, stubborn Calloway girl broken down until there was nothing left.
No.
A sudden, blinding heat flared in the pit of my stomach, scorching away the last lingering traces of fear. If they
