Carved in Bone

Clara still did not speak. It was better for her to give her life to him. She only hoped that they would not meet again in the next life.

The man's handsome face was reflected in the glass. She slowly reached out to touch it. The cold touch spread from her fingertips to her limbs. Her heart began to ache again.

Sometimes, she would ask herself how much she loved Declan and how much she hated him.