Claire’s Pov

I slammed the door of my room behind me, locking it in one swift motion. My head was spinning with the day’s events, the words exchange I had with Sasha.

The tension I brought into the room that was now hanging in the air was so thick that I could cut through it with a knife if I wanted to, but that wasn't my problem

now.

“Or should I make it one so I could be distracted for a little while from these head-burning thoughts residing in my head?” I mocked myself ...