CLARA.
He knew.
My mind went berserk.
He knew.
Roberto knew who I was.
He knew.
My face and emotions were nothing but horrified. I shook my head. Our eye contact had not broken and Roberto had not moved an inch after he had dropped that bomb. Was he waiting for my response? Well, I definitely don't have any right now. So I did what came to my mind. Run.
I bolted for the door, totally forgetting about my blanket in the observatory. I didn't need it right now. Rushing down the stairs, I didn't dare check if Roberto was following me. I only hoped and prayed that he wasn't.
By the time I got to our hallway, I turned, trying to control my breath. He wasn't following me. Better.
I dashed into my room, panting as though I was chased by a lion.
He knew.
How would he think of me now? I l
