POV: Clara

The second his back was turned, it shattered.

Lightning cracked, rain needling my skin, plastering my jacket to my body, but the only thing I could feel was the tether pulling tight as he walked away. His footsteps dragging through my chest like a thousand knives.

If you don’t come now Clara, I will not be so gentle next time.

His words pounded raw through the tether. My breath stuttered. My knees buckled. My heart thundered in my chest like a physical ...