CLARA'S POV
"Lily, dear, what's wrong?" I asked, crouching down in the doorway so I was level with her. "It's late; you should be asleep."
She looked up at me with those same wide eyes from the night before, her small hands twisting the hem of her nightgown. "I want to sleep here," she said quietly.
My heart stopped. I could still feel the sting from that morning, Jaxson's voice tearing me awake, Maria's face carved out of stone, the two of them standing over me like I'd committed some unforgivable crime. I wasn't doing that again. I couldn't.
"Lily, I can't," I said gently. "You remember what happened this morning, right? Your brother was really upset; I got in trouble. I can't have you sleeping in my room again, not without someone knowing exactly where you are."
Her face crumpled a
