Chapter 117

• Claire's POV
• I slammed the front door a little harder than necessary, squinting at the echo that followed me in. The chandelier above the hallway shimmered like it was judging me. Too bright. Too sparkly. Too… upright, considering I was leaning on the wall trying to get my heels off without falling.
• I kicked them both off dramatically and sighed. My body ached from dancing. My throat was dry from laughing. My knuckles still tingled from that glorious little scuffle with the wannabe thief.