Chapter 67
- The phone on Viona’s desk wouldn’t stop ringing. Clara’s name flashed insistently across the screen, making her heart pound. Her hands trembled as she finally picked up.
- “Clara…” she murmured, her voice wary.
- “Don’t say it like that.” Clara’s tone cut through her like a blade. “Do you think I didn’t know what you were doing yesterday? You had the audacity to play behind my back, Viona?”