Max
I instinctively pull away to look at her. "There was a break-in. The house is sacked."
Mya's breath shudders, and I extend my hand to her. She takes it and gets off the table. She hurriedly starts to walk out. I grab her bag and stay on her heels. The valet is waiting with my car, and I drive Mya home. The entire way, she's talking to her brother, Wolf, whom she fondly calls Kid. She's worried, very worried, and tapping her leg. Her mom is shaken and can barely speak.
From the conversation, this isn't just a regular break-in. I cover her hand with mine, and she sighs, as if grateful for the contact. She is quivering. I press down on the accelerator and overtake cars to reach her house faster.
She opens the door before I can put the car in park and runs to the front of the house, b
