CLOVER'S POV:

I'm going to kill Creed. After dropping that massive bombshell, he up and walks out of the room, leaving me to deal with the aftermath alone.

He'd tell me I should be grateful. He said what I couldn't bring myself to. But instead of feeling grateful, I feel mortified.

I should probably say something, but I have absolutely no idea what I'm supposed to say to follow that. The others are quiet too, probably waiting for me to speak first.

"I..." I try ...