~Mia’s POV~
I couldn't fathom what was happening. How did Robert find me? How could he possibly fight, handle firearms, run like an athlete, and carry me like a soldier rescuing his comrade—only to surrender himself to the police? It was all a mystery.
As we stood, waiting to be arrested, I sensed his fear. Just then, headlights flashed through the darkness, racing toward us. A thick cloud of tear gas filled the air, making everything blur into chaos.
It was toxic. I couldn’t breathe. My chest tightened as I slowly began to lose consciousness. Gunshots rang out, but it was impossible to see who was shooting or being shot at.
I felt Robert’s arms gently lifting me into a black van, and within seconds, we were on the move.
During the ride, an excruciating pain surged through me. I cried out. I knew I’d been shot. A bullet had pierced my arm.
“Hurry, bring the first aid box!” Robert’s voice shook with worry.
I groaned, gritting my teeth in pain. They shoved a cloth between my teeth, and
