Liora's POV
The rest of lunch passed in a blur. Even after Clara ended the call, I couldn't stop thinking about the fear I had seen in her eyes.
It hadn't been irritation or frustration, it had been fear, real fear, the kind that settled deep inside a person and refused to leave.
By the time we returned to the office, Clara had pulled herself together, at least on the surface. She smiled at reception. She greeted people in the hallway. She even joked with one of the associates near the elevators. Anyone looking at her would think everything was perfectly normal, but I knew better. The image of her sitting across from me with shaking hands refused to leave my mind.
"You're doing it again."
The familiar voice startled me from my thoughts. I looked up and immediately regretted it. Ezra w
