[center]No; He wasn’t fun at all, now was he? It wasn’t as if she was looking for any redeeming qualities, but hell - the man didn’t give a damn! And why the hell should she care anyway?  At the end of the day she was determined to stick to her initial plan, even if it would mean the death of her. She’d spent too many years wanting revenge - she couldn’t just jump ship now. Still, Kieran was not helping himself in any way, and the more she watched Ryanair cling to him, the more it pissed her off. She tried desperately to squash that sudden jealousy, knowing it was irrational; knowing she could give two shits about Kieran, but to see her sire treat someone else the way she [i]should[/i] have been treated - it was as if he’d open new wounds and splashed a bit of lemon in them. 

Her jaw was set as she watched the two walk away, dismissing her without too much of a thought. “Well fuck you than!” She shouted out after them, a little huff falling from her lips in return. “And you’re welcome, you piece of shit." Clara glanced back down to the body once more with that same frown and she readjusted the bags in her hands. Son of a bitch - he knew full well how to get under her skin; something she wasn’t quite used to. Christian knew how to piss her off, that was true, but he’d never gotten under her skin. 

She needed to get her frustration out one way or another.  But first, she needed to get herself away from that body before some other stupid human came wandering about. Rolling her shoulders she’d stepped over the male and headed back into town, her steps falling heavier than she intended to. Perhaps she wasn’t hiding her anger very well either, considering no one wanted to end up in her way. 

She’d tried not to pay attention to the bond that continued to buzz, ignoring it with as much willpower as she could while she wove in and out of the crowds in town. She needed to get away - she needed to run. It wasn’t long at all before she’d ended up at the end of town, headed straight for Christian’s estate once more. Hopefully the male wouldn’t be home. 

Of course - she wouldn’t be that lucky. 

“Clara - I was just looking for--”

“Fuck off, Christian.” She suddenly bit out, stomping her way back upstairs. All he could hear was the audible slam of her door moments later, and the male let out a slow sigh. “Pleasure to see you too, darling... As always.” He murmured, slowly shutting the door behind him again before heading off to the study. 

It wouldn’t be until sundown that Clara had left her room again, silently slipping out of the front door to head straight towards the shoreline once more. This time, however, she dropped herself into the sand close to the ocean’s edge, drawing her knees up to her chest as the breeze played around her. She needed to get her mind clear; she needed to get her head back on her shoulders once more. She couldn’t allow herself to get wrapped up in all of this silly emotion and drawn into that god awful pull - No, she needed to think about things and remember her initial plan...

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