I went back to my room and threw myself down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.
Maybe I had gotten away with it. Maybe Darius would never know what I had done, and I could just pretend it never happened.
The thought should have made me feel better, but it didn't. Because I knew that even if Darius never found out, I would always know. I would always remember the choice I had made and the way it felt to betray someone who trusted me.
I was just starting to think I might be safe when I heard footsteps in the hallway outside my room.
Heavy boots. Confident stride.
Darius.
My heart started racing again as the footsteps stopped outside my door. There was a moment of silence, then a firm knock.
"Clara? Can I come in?"
I sat up quickly, trying to look casual. "Come in."
The door opene
