Instantly, my forehead creased and I glanced at Ian, who was still wearing an unbothered countenance. “What are you talking about?”
Clara smirked before narrowing her eyes on Ian for a second before she turned her back on us and continued leaving like she ought to. She never said a word, but it was enough to leave me with another round of curiosity and uncertainty. Clara left nonchalantly while I was baffled, my mind almost erupting because she always gets on my head whenever she wanted to.
I let out a sharp breath before I leaned on the nearby trunk. For a moment, I felt like my energy was drained. I took a generous amount of air, clutching my chest where my heart was beating so fast out of frustration and rage.
Ian shot me a concerned look and his shoulders dropped to his side, heavin
