Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Clara’s POV

"Here." He pulled out an envelope, then dropped it. Let it flutter to the floor between us like trash. "Your invitation."

Then he moved.

So fast I didn't have time to process it. His hand was around my throat—not tight enough to cut off air completely, but tight enough. Rhys tight. The kind of grip that said I could squeeze harder if I wanted to.

"And don't you fucking dare