Riley’s pov
I opened the door, and there stood Claire, looking perfectly polished, as if she’d just stepped out of a magazine. Her nose was slightly wrinkled, as though she could smell something unpleasant, and her eyes traveled over me and my small living space with a hint of distaste.
“You again,” I said flatly, barely able to keep the irritation out of my voice. I was still exhausted from everything that had happened with Lycan Lockwood, and Claire was the last person I wanted to deal with right now.
Claire chuckled softly, her lips curling into a small, smug smile. She didn’t have to say anything; just her expression showed exactly what she thought of me and my home. I could feel anger bubbling inside me, and I decided I wasn’t about to take any insults from her.
“Why don’t you jus
