Clare POV
I threw my hair into a ponytail and glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked just as awful as I felt, with big bags under my eyes. After waking up from my nightmare, I wasn’t able to fall back asleep. So, now I was tired.
And cranky.
But the sun was beginning to rise and there were a few more things that I wanted to do before heading off with Leonel. I grabbed a small bag that I could throw a hairbrush, my toothbrush, and a few more feminine items in. I was sure it was stuff Leonel wouldn't even dare to think of.
There was a light knock on my door and I felt my heart skip a beat. There was no way it was Leonel. Then again…he was in my mind. Could he have known I was thinking of him?
And why was I excited to see him again?
‘Get yourself together, Clare!’
I continued to scold myself as I walked over to the door to open it. Despite my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel hopeful that I would see Leonel's face on the other side of the door.
