Mia’s POV
The car rolled to a halt inside a massive, subterranean garage, the hum of the engine cutting out into a heavy, oppressive silence.
Before the driver could even step around to open my door, Lucas pressed a button on the armrest, unlocking it himself. He pushed the heavy door wide, stepping out onto the sleek polished concrete and extending a hand down toward me.
“Up you get, kitten,” Lucas said, his tone light, though the sharp, watchful glance he threw around the dimly lit garage told a completely different story.
“Touch me and I’ll break your fingers,” I rasped, my legs feeling like lead as I swung my feet out of the car.
The drug Micah had injected into my shoulder was still lingering in my bloodstream, making the room tilt slightly around the edges. But the cold, undergr
