Claire's POV
I did grab the vase, and he did reach my waist. Wrapping his arms around me brought some essential factors to slap me in the face.
First of all- who did he think he was? Not even the almighty Dr. Flintstone was allowed to touch me. Second of all, did I forget to bring Christmas? Merlin packed all of my stuff, I don't know if she's in my suitcase. Third of all-I have fire. I can make fire. I am fire. My mixtape is fire. I'm totally kidding about that last one.
I could just make him into fried chicken! And, why would Valdus tell me that Atticus was in here, if he's not? My lord, we have a traitor in our midst. Shut up Claire, you shouldn't jump to conclusions so fast. Actually, when it's a set up, you should. You should jump to conclusions very fast.
I let out an Unladylike
