Olivia's POV
The words hung in the air between us. He didn't mean that, did he?
"You're going to stay with me until Mitchell is found."
Oh yes he did.
Something inside me snapped.
"No. No, absolutely not. Stop the car. Let me out. Right now."
I reached for the door handle, my fingers fumbling desperately with handle, yanking and pulling at it.
Locked.
Of course it was locked.
"Let me out!" My voice was climbing higher, forgetting Oliver's deeper voice in my panic. I pulled at the handle harder, my other hand slapping against the window. "Unlock this door right now!"
"Oliver, calm down…"
"Calm down? CALM DOWN?" I twisted in my seat to face him fully, and suddenly his hands were on my arms, holding me in place with a grip that was firm. "You can't just kidnap me! This is insane! I'm not going to be your prisoner in your mansion while Mitchell is missing. I need to be out there searching for her, not locked up like some…"
