Mia’s POV
Lucas didn’t give me a chance to recover. The second his phone went back into his pocket, his hand clamped down on my forearm like a steel cuff. He hauled me off the bed, pulling me toward the bedroom door before I could even regain my footing.
“Get your hands off me, Lucas!” I shoved against his shoulder, my sneakers skidding against the polished hardwood. “I said let go!”
“Save your breath, Mia,” Lucas said smoothly, not even flinching as I dug my heels into the runner carpet. “Micah doesn’t like to be kept waiting, and I’m not in the mood to carry you.”
He unlocked the heavy suite door and pulled me out into the second-floor corridor, dragging me along with effortless, casual strength. My face burned with pure, white-hot fury. I wasn’t going to make this easy for them. Eve
