Chapter 47

• Claire’s POV
• I woke up with a jolt, hair messy, mind messier. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows, and yet, my thoughts were anything but bright. A ridiculous, insane, utterly foolish idea had taken root in my mind, and I—I, Claire Shaw—was absolutely going to act on it.
• I tossed my blanket off, kicked it to the side, then pulled off my clothes like I was shedding reason. Standing in front of the mirror, I tied my shortest towel—barely a towel, more like a napkin—around my body and gave myself a once-over.