MARTIN'S POV
We arrived exhausted. We told Carl that we had bought the place; I mean, we had said we would. I didn't want to celebrate before I signed everything I needed to, as I wanted to make sure I was making my dream come true.
"Is Clementine an acquaintance of yours?", Carl asked me when things had calmed down. I said I knew her, and his expression changed. "She's complicated. She's trouble," he said. I wasn't really liking where this conversation was going.
"What do you mean?" I asked, wanting to find out. If Clementine really was trouble, I needed to find out what I was getting myself into. "Why does she know about the wolves? How long has she known me?", I wanted to know.
"How long? She's the daughter of one," he said. At that moment, I began to question everything I knew. It
