Clara
When I returned to the girls without Dorian, guilt began gnawing at me. Why had I reacted to him so sharply? Yes, Sam’s presence annoyed me—Dorian had clearly sent him to keep an eye on me. Yes, it infuriated me that he’d interfered with my exam. But I also knew that without Dorian, Professor Bert wouldn’t have let me past the door of the lecture hall.
My friends, of course, were adding fuel to the fire.
“Clara, where’s Dorian?” Julie asked.
“I told him not to intrude on our girls’ night.”
“You what?” the girls chorused in unison.
“He’s there with that bodyguard Sam—why are you all reacting like this?”
“Tell me, is it serious between you two?” Rosa leaned forward, eyes sparkling.
“What do you mean?” I frowned.
“I’d sell my soul to the devil to be his girlfriend, Clara. He’s
