Claire’s POV
“So,” the man said, “I’m Juan Carlos. Your name is Claire, correct?”
I nodded.
“You been engaged to Clarke not too long.”
I shook my head.
“You love this man? He kind to you?”
I didn’t know what the right answer was. I didn’t even know if Azriel was alive. I tried not to give anything away. Before I had a chance to respond he continued,“If he does not come for you, I’m sure we can find someone to be kind to you. Or for you to be kind to?” He gave me a smile. He had a gold eye tooth. This felt like something right out of a movie. A Spanish man with gold teeth and broken English? Was I in a freaking Tarantino movie?
Okay so Azriel couldn’t be dead. I didn’t know if I felt relief, I thought I might, but I couldn’t exactly reconcile the emotions swirling around in me right
