Claire’s POV
I barely slept.
Every time I closed my eyes, the same scene replayed in cruel detail, the scent of blood, the silver scattered across the table, the sound of bone cracking under force.
And him, that man, his cold eyes and his steady voice.
The way he had looked at me as if he could see through everything I tried to hide.
When dawn finally broke, I woke with a frustrated sigh, my body stiff from hours of restless tossing.
“Why do I keep seeing that strange man in my dreams?” I questioned, slowly getting off the bed.
Standing in front of the huge vanity, I stared at the dark circles around my eyes, it was so deep that they startled me.
“Oh my goodness! Look at my eye bags!” I shrieked, touching my face.
“How did… when did this happen ?” I whispered, almost crying.
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