The Illusion of Safety

Clara

“What?” I squeak, my voice catching in my throat. The moment the words left Thorne’s mouth I felt my blood run cold, and now I feel as though I might topple over with the shock of it. I must have misheard him, surely he doesn’ mean what I think he does.

“That night you heard someone growling in your bathroom?” Thorne explains, stepping forward as though he wants to reach for me, but stopping