POV: Daniel

Daniel had been pacing since sunrise.

The tether seared hotter with every breath, dragging Clara’s emotions into him until his chest felt split wide open with her fear. Her shame. Her whispered plea that he does not know about her past.

Too late.

He already knew.

And now that he did, the knowledge was like acid in his veins.

Rob.

Just saying the name was enough to make his claws slash free, curled tight and sharp in his palms, slicking ...