Clara Torres (POV)

I followed him quietly from behind as he walked into the street, his broad shoulders rose and fell back in anger. Going back to the counter would do no good, Clement wouldn't let me for sure, knowing the kind of power Marcus has over him.

I sigh in sheer frustration, watching the busy street as we walk by. Marcus was already seated on the bench at the end of it when I met him.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever because I'm tired of ...