Protecting You Claire Kingsley Novels & Stories

"Get you into the region without Marcus's network flagging your movement. After that you are making decisions I cannot predict or protect against." "I do not need you to protect against them. I need you to make sure the evidence gets to the right people if something happens to me." He nodded slowly. "Clara?" "She keeps a copy of everything. She knows what to do with it." Clara's voice came through the window from the garden, telling nobody in particular that the rosemary needed cutting and it was not going to cut itself. I looked at the window and felt something pull in my chest. Five years of this woman asking nothing and giving everything and making it look like simple practicality.

“I know it sucks, but I can’t see any other way. As soon as we find help, we’ll send the police and paramedics out here first thing. I promise.” Clare thought about the poor woman, the torture she’d been through, the insanity she’d wrapped around her mind to protect herself from even greater insanity. She was broken, and Clare had such a need to put her back together again. But like all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, she had to face the fact that such reconstruction was beyond her abilities. “Okay,” she said, giving him back the mallet. “None of that even matters if we don’t get through that damn window.”

"Yes, I missed him so much that it pained my heart. I knew we were mates the moment I joined their meeting. So please, allow me to escape. I'll be back. I'll just have to look for Sir Elijah." "He is in the West Wing of the palace—" Clara suddenly winced when Flare pinched her side. "You are not supposed to say that!" "But she is our friend, Flare. We have to help her!" "But the alpha king instructed us not to make her stay away from our sight!"

Claire turned around and placed her thumb and forefinger on her brow, she had only one real choice, from the front of her belt she drew her combat fourty four, and slowly drew the hammer back. "Skyler, right?" She asked. "Yes?" "My name is Claire Veerah, and I've been trying to keep this tomb safe from vampires all my life" She said and turned to Skyler, now seeing the gun tears started welling up in her eyes. "Please, I don't want to die" Claire felt sad for her. "I, I'm sorry, for the sake of keeping man kind safe.. To keep... It's the only choice I have" "Please, there must be a way you can help me"

I had many guards with me who could now all circle me, Erik stood beside me as we continued to make our way through the dungeons, which I actually couldn't see anymore due to all the guards. We come to a stop where the door is opened and I'm let in first, sat at the table with his hands cuffed behind his back was my dad. His face held pure shock as I walk in, Erik whispers he'll be just outside before the door is closed and I'm left alone with my dad. "Clara, what are you doing here?" He asks worry in his tone, standing here for a second I didn't know myself "it's not safe down here, especially as you're a woman and the Queen" he stated which causes me to nod then look around at him.

Clare was about to get on too but the bodyguard stopped her. "Our apologies young miss but you can't go out without Master's permission. We're going to take good care of Madam, please be at ease." Bodyguard Clare silently stares at them as she states bluntly "Fine but if something happens to her I will kill you myself." They all give a respectful bow before driving out to the hospital. Clare walks back inside, up to her room, grabbing the bag , and comes back down. He observes the surroundings before sneakily walking toward the back door. To her luck it clear, her mom probably take care of all the maids as she was about to get out an old voice stop her, it was her nanny

“That’s the reason you looked angry as if you were ready to tear her apart?” "It’s more serious than you think Alexa, we are the Alpha Kings, we need to know what goes on in our pack, most importantly whatever happens in this house we have to know, everything is needed to ensure that the house and pack are being protected under our care," Damien said with a serious tone. “She might have gone out to see a friend or buy something,” I know my reason sounds lame, but I should do something to protect Clara. “At this time? Don’t be ridiculous,” Damien sneered.

But one thing she knew for sure: she had to protect Michael, no matter what. Clara opened a small box in her desk drawer. Inside was a crescent-shaped pendant, a gift from her parents given to her by Daniel, as it turned out that Alpha Daniel's parents had found it in the basket where Clara had been seen as a baby. Alpha Edward thought the pendant to have protective powers. "It's time for me to act, I won't give up Michael and I won't let the whole pack be destroyed either." he whispered, gripping the pendant tightly. Clara thought she should find a weakness in Rogue King Alex, a woman who would be both powerful and scary regarding her son's safety and her instinct to protect.

she adds I change out of my work clothes and make my way to his table, the diner is almost empty save for a couple of teenagers and of course my boss. “here agy take this” Claire says giving me a pen I give her a questioning look “you know just incase he is in fact a stalker and tries to harm you…..and if you need help yell chicken” she lets out I give her a look of disbelief, she was crazy how was I going to protect myself with a pen, I shake my head at her and continue towards the table.

“Just so he isn’t completely worried about me. That way, we aren’t putting any of the Mythicals in any danger. No one will know and everyone will be safe.” Just then, Priestess Ramona made her presence known, “is that why you are doing this, Young Claire? You want to protect our kind?” Every set of eyes landed on Claire. “Of course. You protect those you love. You all have protected me for years. Now it’s my turn. I’m weak and useless to everyone in this room. But I can protect everyone by not being in your lives anymore. No rogues can get to you all by getting to me. No one can hurt you by hurting me. This is my decision, and it’s final.”