Clare POV
I knew I should’ve been angry as Leonel dragged me away from John and my bedroom, but all I could think about was his hand on my arm and the way it made the blood in my veins pump just a little faster.
It was driving me crazy. He was driving me crazy.
I really needed to get a grip. Fighting against myself, I tugged my arm and tried to break his grip, but I was unsuccessful, naturally. I was a strong fighter, but he was stronger. Though, admittedly, I hadn't tried as hard as I could…
I kept my eyes on the ground as Leonel continued to pull me through the hall until he found an empty room.
The room was really more of a small storage closet than a room, which meant I was standing a lot closer to Leonel than I had expected. I tried to talk shallow breaths as he shut the door and his scent encased the room.
