Mia’s POV
The darkness under the canvas hood was total, heavy, and hot.
I couldn’t see a single thing, but my other senses went into overdrive. The smell of cold leather, cedarwood, and tobacco hit me hard. The sound of my own frantic breathing echoed inside the thick fabric, my heart hammering like a jackhammer against my ribs.
“Get this off me!” I yelled, my voice muffled by the heavy cloth. I was thrashing violently, driving my elbows back, but Lucas’s grip on my torso remained an iron vise.
“Stop wriggling, sweet step-sister,” Lucas’s voice rasped right next to my ear through the dark canvas. “You’re only making this harder on yourself.”
“I swear to God, Lucas, if you don’t take this off, I’ll bite your fingers off!” I snapped, kicking blindly into the air.
My shoe caught somethi
