* Claire’s POV *
“You look like s**t!”
I grimaced at Andrea as she glared at me over her nails, a sour look in her eyes. I was surprised that she actually chose to talk to me, since we had reached an unspoken agreement to not speak to each other.
I walked awkwardly towards my seat and sank into it with a groan, barely able to contain the moan of satisfaction which came from finally getting to rest. I had been on my feet since 4 am, trying to forget the horrible things I’d seen last night.
I wasn’t even going to think about it. Alpha Benedict was dead, and that was all that needed to be said on the matter. I hadn’t spoken to William, but I assumed what he would say was more or less the exact same thing. Obviously, we were not going to talk about it, and I was okay with that. But I nee
