Caspian
I stumbled out of the station, my feet barely able to hold me up. Everything felt like it was spinning around me.
Clara. Clara. f*****g Clara.
The name rang over and over again in my head like a broken record. My heart hammered against my ribs as I made my way across the parking lot, barely seeing anything. I found Flynn still sitting inside the car, the engine quietly running, waiting patiently for me.
Just as I reached the door, my phone started to ring in my pocket.
I pulled it out with a trembling hand and froze when I saw the caller ID.
Clara.
Talk about the devil.
But wait, why the hell is she calling me?
For a second, I almost let it ring out. Almost.
But something inside me—something cold, sharp, furious—made me swipe the green button. I lifted the phone to my ear
