CHAPTER 35
Spencer's POV
I stood at the bar, nursing a whiskey, my eyes fixed on Clara across the room.
She was laughing and giggling with a group of shirtless men, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and intoxication.
She was clearly very drunk.
The music pulsed through the club, and the strippers moved with ease, but my attention was all on Clara.
As I watched, one of the men stepped closer to her, his hips moving in a way that made my jaw click in irritation. Clara giggled, covering her mouth, and I knew she was drunk.
Very drunk.
The men closed in, their moves getting more and more suggestive, and Clara looked like she was in a dream.
A bad one.
I felt a growl building in my throat, but I pushed it down. I had no right to feel this way.
She wasn't mine.
But my eyes
