* Claire’s POV *
In hindsight, maybe I should have turned around and bolted. I wasn’t so far away from the door that I couldn’t sprint towards it and make it out before she got to me.
But something told me that would be a stupid decision. She would get to me before I even properly turned around, and then I would be screwed.
“You’re home early,” she said. “Did William let you off so early?”
“What the hell are you doing in my apartment, Gina?” I asked. She looked like a proper criminal, dressed up in black sweats and a black hoodie, with her headband tied around her hair. Her eyes glowed in the semi-darkness of the living room, not in a way that light reflected from them. They were actually glowing, and it was a very disturbing sight.
“I’m sorry for intruding,” she said. “But your do
