Clara’s POV

The hospital room’s white walls closed in like a cage, the sharp sting of disinfectant choking the air. I lay in bed, my arm throbbing faintly—the cuts I’d carved into my own skin myself, faking “evidence” from that idiot Martin’s kidnapping. Looking back, it was pure stupidity.

I’d thought the act would make Aaron rush to my side, heart aching for me, while taking out that bitch Elin. But what happened? He dumped me here like trash and whisked Elin back home to ...