On the way here, I thought the raging anger was because Clara was being Clara again. I thought it was because Nikolai was touching her. But it’s not until this very moment that the depressing truth crashes into me. I never gave two flying fucks about Clara. Zilch. Nada. What’s driving me to the edge of myself isn’t her. It’s her touching Nikolai. It’s not about her. It’s about him. Bloody fucking hell.
Possessive Bran is my favorite
