CHAPTER 105
Clara stopped her pacing abruptly, her shadow stretching long across the floor as she turned to face him.
Her eyes were sharp, reflecting the fluorescent light with an intensity that clashed with the raw, emotional atmosphere of the room.
"What I am driving at, Lucian," she said, her voice dropping to a low tremor, "is that you are currently protecting a weapon of mass destruction that has no idea it's loaded. If she wakes up and doesn't remember, she's going to look at those marks on your chest—marks that will not fade—and she's going to ask questions. If you lie to her, you risk the bond. But if you tell her the truth?"
