Claire’s POV
I still felt like a failure, despite Ivan’s efforts to improve my mood.
It was difficult not to.
Convincing the King had always been a long shot of a plan, but it had been the only way I could think to help Gideon in his case. Now, I felt rather helpless, and I hated that feeling.
To make matters worse, now that I was away from Gideon, in the car back to Ivan’s pack, I had some time to think about other things, like the King had warned me about regarding Ivan and his possible feelings for me.
Misplaced feelings.
I wondered now what kind of similarities I had to his lost love. Did we have things in common or was he just mourning enough to want to have anyone near him that even vaguely reminded him of her.
Ivan and I were just friends anyway, but I couldn’t deny the moo
