Old Crane

POV: Derek

I killed the engine of my sleek car outside the sprawling, obnoxiously grand Ashford estate, my hands still gripping the leather steering wheel with white-knuckled force. My dark, greedy heart was thrashing wildly against my ribs, a relentless, heavy drumbeat that simply hadn't stopped since last night. I honestly had never expected to ever see Clara back in New York City again. When I