Clara’s Point of View
“I’m not stupid, Maverick. Of course I understand why they think we have to stay here, but I can feel it in my bones... something is happening and I need to be there.” I'd been expressing this overwhelming sense of intuition for days, but no one believed me. Maverick put in a great effort to distract me from my worries over the last two hours, but as sunset neared my stomach twisted into knots that only Lucian’s healthy, happy face could heal.
“They will be back soon, Clara." Maverick's brows had been closely tied together in worry all afternoon, but somehow the crease between them deepened further. His hand wrapped around mine and he gave a firm shake; whether it was in commissary or concern I couldn't be sure."Come on, stay with me! I'm putting on a brave face, bu
