CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN

Claude sat in her bathtub, allowing the warm water to soothe her aching muscles. She closed her eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment. Suddenly, a low growl interrupted her thoughts.

Claude's eyes flashed as she saw herself being maltreated by Denver, he pushed her to the ground and insulted her.

"That was not my imagination was it?" Claude asked juddering, gripping the tub till her knuckles whitened.

"No, that was your past life" ria responded.

"Was Denver really under a spell or he hated me?"

"We only get a piece of the puzzle" Ria replied, their mind troubled.

Victoria and Tasha had played a huge part in separating them but Denver was the one who caused her death.

Was she fighting the wrong people?

After her bath, Claude got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of cereal, lost in thought. Suddenly, Victoria appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Claude," Victoria said, grinning.

Claude kept munching on her cereal acting like she was referring to some