Clara's POV

When I finally walked into my apartment, the door closing softly behind me, a strange calm washed over me. It wasn’t peace, exactly it was the aftertaste of adrenaline. I leaned against the wall, kicked off my heels, and let the weight of the night fall from my shoulders.

My confrontation with Damien replayed itself in my mind like a looped film reel. The way my voice carried through that ballroom, slicing through silk laughter and polished champagne glasses, and how he froze, ...