Chapter 23

After James had told me that Sarah was here, I jerked and hastened out of the bedroom, my heartbeat quickening with fear of what Martin would do with her.

When I reached downstairs, I found Sarah, smiling and sucking on her cigarette.

"Sarah!" I yelled through the doorway before walking in further.

"Clara!" She stood up and came to hug me. "Oh, thank god you're fine!" she said, blowing a little bit of smoke on my face. She was already comfortable being around Martin that she even decided to smoke.

Jesus.

"You shouldn't have come here," I mumbled, holding onto her shoulders and then peeking at Martin. He was sitting on a plush one-seater couch and grinning at me.

Bastard.

"Why not? I was worried about you and Martin here, told me that I could visit you if I wanted too." she shrugged her shoulders with ease and sat back down in front of Martin.

I eyed him with all the murderous rage pulsating inside me and then took a seat beside Sarah. I sat close to her, still worried and angry. She t