Claire's POV
Finding out that I actually got to pack my stuff before we took our leave was refreshing. I mean, last time, I had to wear Atticus's clothes. They were comfortable, but I prefer something my size, and much more feminine. I guess I consider myself girly.
Dresses and styling my hair was what I lived for. And my books. Those too.
I stared at my bookshelf in the middle of packing a silk night dress. I stared and suddenly felt almost devastated at how many books I was gonna leave behind. I frowned, taking a second to look at my room. Oh no, don't tell me that I'm getting cold feet.
I sighed and plopped down on my bed.
"Are you almost-" Merlin walked in on me while I was sulking and frowned.
"What's wrong?" He asked, staring at my open luggage. I shrugged.
"I'm sad fo
