Chapter 215

Clara's POV:

"Ah, shit!" I exclaimed when the bowl of hot soup I was carrying slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor.

Clint quickly came running from the living room into the kitchen where I was standing.

"Clara," he whispered, then rushed to my side to check my hands for any injuries.

"I'm fine," I whispered softly, forcing a smile.

"No, you aren't, sweetie. Look at your feet!" He