Clara's POV
I stood there and watched as Derek hit Mark. He was furious that Mark wanted me. He bent him over and hit his hands on the table.
I thought that was all, he bent his hands and hit it so bad that there was a crack sound that we all heard.
I was scared. All these were happening because of me.
There was nothing I could do because I was not allowed to go close to them. The guards and the soldiers rushed in and separated them.
" You are the reason my sons are fighting; who do you think you are?" Logan yelled at me.
I saw the look in his eyes, He looked at me like dirt and not worthy to be fought over.
Mark held his hand, unable to stretch it. He tried so hard to keep his hands straight but it was not possible.
" I think I have just suffered a dislocation," he said.
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