Untouchable

Clara

The moment I stepped into the room, the first thing I saw was Sloane’s smug face. For a split second, something flickered in her expression, fear. But she forced the smugness back almost immediately, lifting her chin as if she weren’t sitting in a prison interrogation room wearing a filthy jumpsuit, her hair a tangled mess.

She looked nothing like her former self.

Sloane’s eyes dragged over