Chapter 161

That one line crushed Clara's dignity underfoot.

In truth, she would not yield. If pushed far enough, she might crawl back to Declan or Rosalind. If she drained herself dry, she could still find a way to shield Camilla.

But now, staring into Arthur's fathomless eyes, her stubborn streak flared. She would not lower her head.

Clara let out a bitter chuckle. "Maybe Declan. Or maybe Damian? Or if some