“She’s going to come up here,” Clara said to Caiden. She was calmer than she was expecting. Perhaps it was the presence of Caiden next to her that was helping her. She wasn’t alone anymore. Clara stepped away from the edge and kept her umbrella up. It was still raining hard and she wanted to be able to see properly. She faced the entrance to the roof so she could see Beckah arrive. It was not a good idea to have her back turned to a murderer. Beckah came into view five minutes later and Clara lifted her umbrella so they had a clear view of each other. “Hello, Clarissa,” Beckah called out. “Or is it really Clara?” The bully approached her and Clara was able to see her up close for the first time in a while. Beckah was soaked through as she had elected to not wear a coat or use an umbrella. Clara could see in the moonlight that Beckah was ghostly pale and her eyes were red rimmed from lack of sleep. She looked defeated. Clara was pleased to see the person who had killed her l

Clara had always intended to get even with Heather and Joey after succeeding with Beckah. They weren't as evil as Beckah and she considered them easier to take revenge against.She already had a vague plan for them. They didn’t need an elaborate plan that would take weeks to come to fruition. Clara already held enough damning information about them. “That’s right,” Caiden said with a frown. “There’s not much time left.” Clara stilled. Caiden was right. There wasn’t much time left now that she had defeated Beckah. Soon she would be saying goodbye to everyone she cared for and giving up her soul. “Let’s appreciate the time we have left together,” Clara said. She tried to stop her voice from shaking. Caiden kissed her on the forehead and Clara knew he could hear the panic in her voice. “We’ll make use of the remaining time,” Caiden said. “I can tell you about what I can see in the future so you don’t have to spend too much time planning. There’s more time for dates that way.” Clara

Clara surveyed the scene with an analytical gaze. She could tell that their words and actions were sincere. Her only issue was that it felt like their apologies had come from fear rather than genuine remorse. “I’m not going to kill you two,” Clara said. “Just apologise without sounding so scared and I might accept it.” Heather wiped her eyes and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for my past actions. I caused your death and indirectly caused more by not doing anything.” She sounded calmer now and Clara felt more at peace now that she heard a proper apology from her. Clara turned her attention to Joey. The model looked up at her and sniffed. “...I am sorry for everything I’ve ever done. For the first time in my life, I realise that I am not a nice person and I need to change.” Clara made up her mind. She stood up and walked over to them. “I want you two to give up your careers. Heather, you weren’t even doing much of the work anyway. Joey, your agency hates you and money can

Clara spent her first week back at home maximising the time she spent with James. She went with him to the office, took him out for lunch and played board games with him in the evenings. She knew he was wondering why she was so clingy and she really couldn’t tell him why. “Arthur is coming back today,” Caiden told her one morning. Caiden now freely gave her information about the future. Now that knowing the future wouldn’t affect anything, he was very open about what he could see. “I’ll give him some time to recover from the long flight,” Clara said. “Do I meet him tomorrow then?” The demon nodded and reached out to play with a strand of her. “You do. You meet at a fancy patisserie in Soho,” he said. “I won’t tell you what you say to each other. I think the conversation will work best if you don’t already know what you’re going to say in advance.” Clara nodded. She was going to be as open as she could with Arthur about why she had asked him for so many odd requests and ha

Clara knew that her grandfather was confused to hear her sentimental words. They rarely talked about their personal feelings. “I haven’t been the best grandfather,” James replied with a deep frown. “I brought Beryl here to be your mother figure as I had felt that it would prevent you from becoming like my daughter. It turned out to be the worst decision I have ever made.” Clara could not deny that James’ decision to date Beryl and bring her into the family had been lethal for Clarissa. She decided to focus on something else. “Thank you for rescuing me when I was a baby,” she said. “I’m sure Clara would also thank you for looking for her.” “You don’t need to thank me for that,” James replied. “I would also like to thank you for taking me in instead of leaving me to the care system,” Clara continued. She didn’t know much about the British care system, but it was likely similar to the American one she had lived through. She had been lucky to be adopted by a decent set of foster pa