Clara's POV
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, stepping into his room and closing the door behind me.
Darius was standing by the window, his shoulders tense, his entire body radiating the kind of controlled fury that made my wolf nervous. He didn't turn around when I spoke, just continued staring out at the darkening sky.
"Do you want to see him?" His voice was quiet, but there was something dangerous underneath it.
"Who?"
"Don't play games with me, Clara." He turned then, and the look in his eyes made my breath catch in my throat. "Jaden. Do you want to see your former mate?"
The way he said 'former mate' was like he was testing the words, seeing how they felt in his mouth. Like he wasn't entirely convinced they were true.
"No," I said immediately. "I told Derek—"
"I'm not asking wha
