CLARA’S POV
I tried to move back but my spine was pressed against the desk, my chest rising and falling.
Why was he suddenly so close?
Trapped in the corner, his body caging me in, I had nowhere to run. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I was sure he could hear it too.
Distractingly so.
This had started as an argument, but now it was morphing into something else entirely. A declaration. A confession.
“…why I’ve always monitored you all these years.” His voice echoed in my mind as I stared at him, my throat suddenly dry.
What was he trying to say?
Or do?
He should be apologizing to me for bringing that woman in. For letting me walk in on that irritating sight in his study.
“There’s no space left for anyone else…” I’d heard him say that when I reached his study, thinking it w
