Micah’s POV
Half an hour later
The air inside the armored Maybach smelled of expensive leather, cold air conditioning, and the faint, sweet trace of the sedative still lingering on Mia’s skin.
I sat in the rear-facing seat, my legs crossed, watching the scene unfold across from me with a quiet, calculated focus.
Sebastian sat on the left, his massive frame taking up half the bench, his jaw set in a rigid line as Mia’s small, limp body rested against his side. Her head slumped against his broad shoulder, her hazel eyes closed, dark lashes fanned against her pale skin.
On her other side, Lucas leaned back against the window, his usual lazy, playboy posture gone. His ocean-blue eyes were fixed on the hem of her dark tank top where her rapid, shallow breathing made her chest rise and fall
