Clare
He pointed to the closet, and she understood it, he was playing with her, making her weak, in places she didn’t want to feel weak, she knew it by the glimmer in his eyes, the arch of his eyebrow, and the lick of his lip.
Clare grabbed the white robe off the bed and marched angrily toward the closet, too scared to approach him in case he hurt her or worse, she killed an Angel and became a fugitive on the run because if he didn’t watch himself she was going to lose it, very fast.
She slammed the door shut, it was really stupid she thought, but since she met Kalbreal it always seemed like she was a game, a tease, YET he said it himself, he would take some getting used to.