Clara clings to the note in pocket, trying to focus her thoughts. She’s still livid at Rohan. In the last few days at Black oak, she hadn’t seen him once since the argument. Time and time again she’d stood at her door, hand hovering over the door handle, fighting the urge to crawl back into his bed and forget everything. That’s the thing with your heart, you can fight the feelings inside but as soon as you’re presented with the person you love. Any thoughts you had vanishes into thin air. The bond only amplified the emotions, Clara knew if she saw Rohan she’d buckle and forgive him, desperate for his touch or even a glimmer of his attention. It only drove her crazier being able to smell his scent constantly.
Rohan had been the exact same, he’d been drinking himself senseless in the eveni
