CLARA’S POV
“I just don’t understand him,” I muttered under my breath at the back seat of the moving car and shook my head.
What is he doing to me?
“What did you say, Luna Clara?” Lydia turned in her seat to glance at me, her brows raised in curiosity.
Oops. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud. I flushed lightly, managing to compose myself before she noticed.
I sighed, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s nothing, Lydia.”
She studied me for a second, her brows knitting together in suspicion. But then she nodded, turning her attention back to the passing rows of flowers outside the window.
I let out a trembling breath, my thoughts drifting back to Edward.
He’d been acting so strangely lately—more affectionate, more attentive. It wasn’t like him. Not that he wasn’t kind before, but this
