Chapter 16
Easton POV
"Easton! Easton, stop!" Clara yelled.I froze in my tracks, turning back to face her with a heavy sigh. Ever since we managed to break away from the crowd, she had been relentlessly pestering me, demanding to know why I had defended Eliza like that. I tried my best to ignore her sharp questions, but her attitude was quickly getting out of hand.
"What do you want, Clara?" I groaned, running my fingers through my messy hair in frustration. Her constant presence was becoming an absolute nuisance, suffocating my personal space.
"You know exactly what I want, Easton," she countered, her voice dropping to a much lower, noticeably sweeter register.That was her signature move. She always adopted that sugary, manipulative tone whenever she wanted to coerce me into
