Out for Blood

Clara

I reached out and gently touched the corners of Madeline’s eyes. She immediately whined like a child.

“Ow—Clara, don’t touch it,” she muttered, but she leaned toward me anyway.

“You shouldn’t have cried,” I said, giving her the look I always gave when she did something reckless. “You know your eyes are sensitive.”

Madeline pouted instantly, pressing her fingertips under her eyes. “I couldn’t