VOLUME TWO: HISTORY

Clara's POV:

Watching him now I recall how he had always been biting on an apple, back when we were in school; that is, whenever he wasn't making sly remarks at my expense. Even now, as he bites into that apple his eyes are taunting me, a painful reminder that I haven't managed to escape the bully who now sits in the chair opposite me with his feet on my desk.

He is wearing a dark grey suite and black shoes. The black shoes that are currently resting ...