Chapter 90

Clara

I press my hands to the car window, gaping up at the fancy restaurant outside. “Wow, this place looks amazing,” there’s no removing the awe from my voice, and then, because I know Alistair has traveled a lot, I ask, “Have you eaten here before?”

“A long time ago in another life.”

I snort. “When you were married to Sabrina?”

“The snake, you mean.”

I just laugh and get out of the car. When Ali