Clara’s POV
I stood at the lobby with a glass of wine held loosely between my fingers, staring at Serena as she exited the building with her baggage.
A mixed feeling of triumph and something else settling warm and cozy in my chest.
For some reason, her arrival had sort of caused and sparked up things between Edward and I.
Things that had only existed in my wild imagination, in the last.
I burn for you… his words from that passionate night replayed in my head, causing a familiar stir in my chest.
My gaze followed the car as it drove out of the gates, observing Serena who sat with a sullen expression at the back seat, and after a while, I shifted my gaze to Edward and a few of his men that stood to the side, watching the car leave too with peeved expressions, his fingers jammed into hi
