She wanted to respond. Truly, she did.
But Daniella refused to let Santiago call it a miracle afterward. If she suddenly "recovered" now after dramatically collapsing inside the police station, Thiago would never stop talking about it for the rest of his life.
So no matter how painfully conscious she was, she had to commit to the performance.
Santiago carried her calmly through the station hallway and out into the rain-cooled night. The storm had softened to a light drizzle, and several black vehicles waited beneath the glowing entrance lights, the estate security convoy sleek and silent in the cool air.
Without a word, he opened the rear passenger door and carefully lowered her onto the seat. Daniella let her body fall limply against the leather with convincing dedication. He slid in beside her, and the door closed with a soft, final sound, sealing them inside the quiet vehicle as rain traced slow paths down the windows.
