Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Clara's POV

It didn't take long.

A sleek black matte car pulled up outside the café, and my stomach dropped so fast I thought I might be sick.

That car. I knew that car.

"Wasn't that the same car we—" I whispered to myself, the memory slamming into me. His hands on my thighs, my back against the leather, the way he'd—

My phone buzzed.

Kaelen: Don't even think about leaving, Bambi. Stay