C119 When Clayton Speaks, Hell Listens.

My breath hitched as I met Clayton Blade’s eyes. The rest of the world faded. The distant hum of the television turned into white noise. It was just me and him, a moment I never wanted.

Panic jolted through me, but I shoved it down. I was weak, but I wouldn't let him see it. Not now. Not ever.

“Put me down,” I gritted, ignoring my exhaustion.

Clayton smirked, his grip firm