Grinding Against the Mirror and Climbing Out My Window

Clara

I raise my chin to look straight into Alistair's deep blue eyes. A storm of conflicting emotions brews inside me. I want to challenge his dominance, to prove that he does not have total control over me, even if my pounding heart suggests otherwise. I want to show him that I am not just a toy he can bend to his will whenever he pleases.

"What if you're wrong?" I ask, keeping my voice steady