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With the vivid thoughts and him holding the whispering tone of just how cute Sky is, he deliberately went halfway, falling that he should not be in the first place. “S***!” Sky retorted, cursing as he wipes his lips disgusted, yet somehow not, secretly in outmost in denial and unbelievably not. “Don’t you dare, for I’m going to kill you?” He threatened, pointing his finger at him like the typical tsundere heroine in any shoujo manga. Amused and technically taken an unwanted interest, Clay even dared to ask, “Really?” Leaning close with his smile flashed directly unto its face, he slams both of his hands on the wall, locking him in the middle.

She perks up like she has just found the piece to the puzzle she’s been trying to figure out. “I told you she was here!” Iris points to Clara who dressed in a brown cloak with hood up just like she used to do as Claret. I won’t pretend that it takes me back to the days when I would yearn to see Claret take down her hood so I could finally see my angel’s face. Little did I know I had already seen her face hundreds of times before. I never fully understood how they made Clara’s hands look burned. Even now I notice they look burned, but I know for a fact they are not burned. Emmett looks like he’s seen a ghost.

"Is Claire here?" Another woman approached, she was a lot shorter and thicker but also a lot lighter than Amamiya-san, her honey toasted skin and grey eyes screamed Claire's mom. Her hair was arranged into mature puffs, that front of her hair had been neatly jelled back and she wore big hoop earrings. She smiled at us in greeting but then her smile dropped, she whipped her head in the direction of Amamiya-san and screamed. "Uh-uh, NO! I know you did not just-"

Every breath felt like a battle. I was searching for something. No. For someone. “Lyrian,” I called. “Lyrian, where are you?” No answer. Only my boots against stone, my ragged breathing, and the distant howl of the wind through broken windows. I turned a corner and froze. Clara stood at the far end of the corridor, her robes shimmering with dark energy. Her amber eyes glowed, too bright, too cold, touched by something not of this world. “Looking for your mate?” Clara’s voice echoed, hollow and mocking. “He is busy. Busy looking for evidence that does not exist.”

Deep within, Clar remained anxious; her brow was locked tightly even in deep sleep. In her dream, she seemingly saw Ben locked in a death-match against a stranger. Wounds surfaced abruptly, and within moments, fresh blood soaked his entire body. Right at the exact instant he gathered power to unleash his lightning trait for a full-force strike, that beastman clad in black beast clothing let out a light chuckle. He raised his hand and with total ease shot a slender ice piercing, the velocity so fast it made Clar’s eyes tighten. She roared with all her might within her dream, "No!"

Yes, Cherry. She sashayed towards them with a smirk. The girl was pretty, no doubt, and she sure knew how to use that to her advantage. Claire looked her up and down, she was putting on a tight top and pink yoga pants with heels. Who the fuck wears heels for training? She smiled an obviously fake smile at them, popping her gum loudly. “Fancy meeting you here again, Clara.” Claire's eyes narrowed at the name. “It's Claire.” She corrected.

To him, these were just moves on a chessboard. "Thank you, Cole. Truly. You have no idea what this means to me." I was wiping away a stray tear when Mason Clark strolled over, a new girl on his arm. "Well, look at this! Why wasn't I invited to the secret summit?" Mason was a flash of color in a purple shirt, his eyes roaming over my blue dress with an appreciative glint. Cole gave him a look that could have curdled milk. "Why would I invite you?"

said Clare, before calmly leaving the room holding back the tears and pain that threaten to break out. End of flashback "Damn it" Clare She takes a walk by the riverside, the fresh air helps clear her mind. After feeling better, the first place that came to his mind was returning to Morris. [Casper Mansion] She parks the car and walks inside as the bodyguard greets and informs respectfully "Boss had been waiting for miss" Clare nodded in acknowledgment. She walked toward their room, her heart racing, though she couldn’t quite understand why. She doesn't hate Morris but loving him was another story and yet after what had happened today, Clare becomes unsure of her own feelings.

Her chin firm and her eyes burned with surety. “Then what do you call this?” Clara asked. She motioned at the mud body and then the rest of the battlefield. Jade jerked her face to the left and the right and the rest of the mud fell from her cheeks. Clumps of mud and clay clung to her hair.

Not quite long, they saw someone like Clara walking towards their directions. "Good morning ma'am". Clara greeted her with a polite tone as Kim glared back at Jane. "Please leave Clara! I don't want to see you anywhere around this place". Kim stated, with all form of seriousness as she shook her head walking out of them at the moment but Clara wouldn't let her. She couldn't let go of this opportunity.