Clara smiled and lightly tugged at Matthew's collar. "Mr. Garcia, if you think so, then so be it."

She couldn't be bothered to argue with Matthew anymore, nor did she need to.

Matthew's eyes darkened, and he tightened his grip on her wrist. It seemed like a storm was brewing at the edge of his anger.

"Clara!"

His roar echoed through the room.

The smile faded from Clara's face, and she winced as she shook off his hand. Straightening her clothes, she distanced ...