Chapter 55

Dario

I can’t stop loving you. Can’t stop hoping. Clara’s voice drifted through my mind. Like a dream. And it must have been, because the real Clara never would have said something like that to me.

Her face blurred in front of my eyes. I hate you for making me love you.

Well, that was more like the Clara I knew. I winced—and pain shot through my body. Why was I in pain?

And for that matter, where