CLARA
My words flushed down my throat as I stared up at Rhys in shock. I never expected him to come all the way here. I was thinking it was Killian again. As soon as I recalled what he said and how they kissed, rage surged through me and I backed away from the door and moved further into the room, folding my arms, a huge frown on my face.
I clearly didn't understand why that scene was messing so much with my head. Did I really mean nothing to him? He was also doing this because he felt hurt by whatever Elena did?
Well, was I any better? I also succumbed to his desires because I felt hurt by what Charles did to me and I was just trying to get over him.
Why was I even upset about this anyway? I felt him stand behind me for a while as my neck hair arose, sensing his intense gaze. My body
