INDY
This cunning little omega.
Those words were the first things that entered my mind, because I knew exactly where this was going.
I had let my guard down. I had underestimated her. I had walked straight into it like an i***t!
The footsteps halted, and the three brothers entered at once. Their presence filled the kitchen, their gazes sweeping over the scene.
Clara was crying now, with blood streaked down her wrist.
Her hands shook as she stepped away from me before falling to the floor, fear engulfing her features.
She really was a damn good actress.
Her sobs were soft at first, then louder, her shoulders shaking as though she was barely holding herself together. She looked like a white flower amidst a poisonous forest.
“I—this is not what it looks like,” I blurted out, t
