CHAPTER 30 —A Bed That Would Not Have Me
Clara
The door to my room shut with a softer click than I intended. I closed it with self control and dignity, that was how a Luna closed doors. Not like a scorned girl slamming wood in a fit of emotion.
Still, the echo of Peter’s voice lingered in my ears long after I walked away from the dining room.
I don’t want you in this house.
The words clung to my skin like smoke, who the f**k does he think he is!
I stood in the center of the room assigned to me… no, not assigned, claimed. This was mine now, the Stormbringer mansion was no longer a fortress I circled from a distance.
It was my home, our home, whether he liked it or not.
I exhaled slowly, pressing my palms against the finely finished oak dresser. The wood was cool beneath my finger
