Clara’s POVJulian stood a few feet from the bed, waiting.“Can I trust you, Clara?” he asked again, quieter this time.“Yes,” I said. The word left my mouth before I could even think about it. “You can.”The second it was out, I wanted to take it back.Why did I answer him like that? I didn’t even know what he wanted from me yet.Regret settled in almost instantly. I just sat there, holding my glass of orange juice, staring at him, suddenly aware of how quickly I had agreed without even knowing what he was asking of me.Julian’s shoulders eased a little. Then he moved, leaning against the wall beside the bedroom door. One ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded across his chest, he stood there for a moment, studying me.“Yesterday, on the ride back to the hotel,” he said, “you told me about this Diva woman. You said she’s with the Goddards… not working for them. Right?”“Yes…?” I replied, frowning. “And where is this going?”“And she told you she has something important she
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