{Clara’s POV}
I could see his face on the screen, and when his eyes flickered over towards me, I knew that he’d seen me too. I turned, rushing back to my room as fast as I could, shutting the door behind me. Before I could even think to lock it, it opened, Viktor sliding inside and closing the door behind him. “Are you okay?” He asked.
I looked up to him, my hands trembling as I reached around his waist, hugging him softly. “No..” I whispered.
His hand gently brushed through the top of my hair. “You weren’t supposed to see that.. it can’t be good for your recovery..” he said softly. I remembered how easily he crushed Louis’ head against that wall, with the same hand he was using to soothe me now.
Suddenly, I smelled that same foul stench, and knew immediately, he’d cut himself when
