* William’s POV *
She was terrified. I could tell.
Claire was not very good at keeping her emotions hidden. One look at her face, and I could always tell exactly how she was feeling.
Maybe that would be a good thing in the future.
“What the bell are you doing here?” she asked in a harsh whisper. “And how did you get into my bedroom?”
“Your window was open,” I replied simply.
“Okay, that’s not possible,” she said. “I always keep my windows locked. And I was in here a few minute ago, and I am certain the window was locked.”
“Okay, it wasn’t,” I admitted. “But I thought you were still passed out, and I needed to check on you.”
“At 5pm?” she asked. “I’m not that wasted, William.”
“I can see that,” I said, unable to hide the smirk which crept onto my face. Even though I tried not t
