-Claire’s P.O.V.-
“Claire,”she breathes out, eyes wide in surprise, “you found me.”
“Of course, I did.” I advance forward, constraining her range of movement within the walls of the forest. “You had to know I would be coming for you.”
Her gaze briefly scans the area around us, calculating, but there isn’t enough leeway anywhere for her. I’d always be able to catch her. She meets my gaze again, lifting her chin up indignantly. “And why is that?”
I hold in a laugh. “You can’t be serious.”
“But I am,” she continues. “What is your allegiance? Who are you here to avenge?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Is this truly how you are choosing to spend your last moments here? Stalling?”
“Pardon me if I have come to question your motives.” She says this with an air of arrogance, but I can see her res
