CHAPTER 39
Clara’s POV
I watched in shock as the bodyguard’s arm tightened around the old man’s neck.
This was too much.
“Wait!”
I rushed to Spencer’s side. “Let him go.”
He looked down at me, irritation clear in his eyes. I was intimidated, but my gaze stayed firm.
“And why would I do that?” he said coldly. “We’re here on a mission. I don’t need your petty human feelings getting in the way.”
I swallowed. “I know that. But this isn’t the right way to do it. If he doesn’t talk, you’ll just end up killing him.”
“What do you suggest?” he shot back. “A tea party? Sit him down and hope he opens up about his feelings?”
I clenched my fists. “Let him go. I’ll talk to him. And if he still doesn’t comply, then you can use your method.”
Spencer was silent. His eyes searched my face, lookin
