Clare turned away, hurting by his actions. Considering she actually had feelings for him, genuinely, maybe not romance but she felt for him as a close friend. She hated him for wanting to force something that wasn't there, take her choices away, to suit himself. Crying, she walked into the house.

Clare's breathing speeded up as he stood there in front of her face to face. Appearing before her like a prince blown there by a breeze. His hair falling into his eyes, he was dangerous, a ...