Clara's POV
I woke up before dawn, my body still tense from the events of the previous day. The memory of Darius coming to my room twice, the way he had looked at me with suspicion mixed with desire, made my stomach twist with anxiety.
He was getting too close to the truth. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in the careful way he chose his words.
But I also couldn't stop thinking about Killian. About the way he had smirked when I left his cabin, so confident that I would come back to him.
I hated that he might be right.
I got dressed quickly in my training clothes and slipped out of my room. The packhouse was still quiet, with most people still asleep. Perfect.
I made my way downstairs and outside, breathing in the cool morning air. I needed to clear my head, and a run always helped
