Klaire's P.O.V

Staring at Clint makes me dizzier. He keeps walking back and forth. "Will you stop and sit down please?"

He stared at me in disbelief.

"How can I do that knowing that they found you... again." He whispered the last part. Worries and terror flash in his beautiful eyes, reflecting mine but easily hide the terror of the fact that it... ugh! I shook my head dismissing that idea.

"That won't happen again, not anymore," I assure him, he squeezed my hand and I smiled at him.

"The others are coming." My smile soon faded. He walks to the counter to grab a bottle of wine and a...