KEIRA’s POV

I do not know what had suddenly possessed me to come all the way to Clint's house at an ungodly hour, but here I was, standing outside his gate. The rain was coming down rather heavily and all I had to shield myself from it was an umbrella, which was not doing a very good job.

After the meeting, Clint was the only thing on my mind. His words, played in my head like a broken record, over and over again. When he defended me in front of Mr Woodridge, I felt slight happiness, ...