Mirabella stared at him long. “I didn’t run from home,” she said, her tone tight and defensive. “I simply ran away from you. From your control.”

Hunter’s jaw flexed. He shifted a little on the couch. He looks composed unlike her. “I see what you’re doing,” he said quietly. “You don’t want to acknowledge it’s home. You don’t want to seem vulnerable.”

Her heart thumped fast in her chest. “It’s not my home, Hunter,” she said. “You literally kidnapped me and ...