Claire’s POV. 

My lungs burned as I stumbled into the narrow alley behind the museum, clutching my side and gasping for air.

 My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I lifted a trembling hand and opened the portal back to my room.

The moment I crossed through, I fell to my knees. My breaths came out sharp and uneven, tears stinging my eyes as I pressed a hand over my racing heart.

The quiet of my room felt suffocating after the rush of the outside world.

What have I done? ...