Chapter 2

Clara’s POV

Marcus froze mid-motion with the coffee pot still gripped in his hand and the steam rising between us while his eyes locked onto mine hard and narrow like he was trying to read something on my face that should not have been there.

He set the mug down slowly on the counter and the sound of ceramic against the surface felt too loud in the quiet kitchen.

That deep voice of his came out low and careful when he finally spoke.

“What the hell did you mean by that Clara?”

I could already hear the confusion slamming around inside his skull mixed with the leftover filth...