Chapter 51 The Promise

• Later in the evening…
• Clea was on the bed, her arms possessively wrapped around Kali’s shoulder and neck. Kali’s arm went over Clea’s waist, her fingers clutching Clea’s shirt as she slept, as though to stop Clea from running away.
• She had done what Tyler asked of her. She had left the house without another word. She had asked Tarik to return home too, barely able to face him without guilt washing over her. But Clea wasn’t used to sitting around waiting for people to sort things out for her. She felt like she had to be doing something. Like anything she left unattended to would go to ruins without her. She had to do something. She couldn’t not do something, not with Rose dead.