Clara
The moment I walk away from Chase, my chest feels like it might explode. Not from anger. Not completely.
It was something deeper than that. Something tangled and confusing that I'm not sure how to sort out.
My shoes hit the wooden floor of the packhouse hallway in quick, sharp steps as I force myself not to turn around. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing my face right now. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, and my hands are trembling slightly at my sides.
The flames from the candles are still burning in my mind. They hadn't just flickered. They had obeyed me.
I swallow hard as I round the corner and lean against the wall, pressing my palms to my face.
"What the hell is wrong with me..." I whisper to myself.
My heart still racing.
My
