CHAPTER 27
Clara's POV
“What do you want to ask?”
Spencer's eyes locked on mine as he pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against.
I looked at him, my gaze drifting to the small stain on his collar. My eyes then snapped back to his, and I asked.
“Is that blood on your shirt?”
Spencer's expression froze for a moment, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to come up with an explanation.
Then, he chuckled.
“Oh, that?” He said. “I got into an accident on my way here. The driver got injured, and I helped him to the hospital.”
I raised an eyebrow. Spencer wasn't exactly the selfless type, from how long I'd known him, and the idea of him helping someone in an accident was laughable.
I looked at him, my eyes narrowing. “Really?”
Spencer's expression changed. “It'
