The apartment was clean. Her hair was down over her shoulders, wavy but not curly. Her makeup was done, simple with nothing dramatic in the eyes or lips, almost a nude look. She skipped dinner because she was too nervous to eat. She spent the last hour trying to sit still on the couch, but then getting up and pacing nervously around the room. She didn't know what she would say to Laura. What would she ask her? She needed to know what happened that night at the club. She needed details about the mark on her neck and how she got it. Maybe, if Laura didn't have any answers, she should tell her about her dream. Should she mention seeing Laura under the purple cloak? No. That was nonsense.
Her phone shook her out of the confusion. Laura was outside. Claire buzzed her in and continued her pacing, straightening out her skirt every ten seconds. There was a knock at the door, and Claire pounced to open it.
