Clara's POV
Killian finished his phone call and set the device back on the nightstand. He turned to me with that same smug smile I was getting tired of seeing.
"Where were we?" he asked, reaching for me.
I pulled back, clutching the sheet tighter around myself.
"We weren't anywhere," I said firmly. "And this isn't happening again."
Killian's smile faded slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean this was a mistake," I said, already looking around for my clothes. "This can't happen again."
"Why not?"
I didn't answer immediately. How could I explain the images that were flashing through my mind? The memory of Darius's shocked face when I slapped him. The hurt in his eyes before the anger took over.
And worse, the memory of what I had seen in the basement. The way Darius had tortured Jade
