Chapter 88

He glanced up and noticed it was Simon approaching.

Simon wore a puzzled look. "Uncle Nate, what's going on?"

Nate gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You don't even like Clara, remember? You told Colton and me before-she's fair game."

Those were just drunken ramblings, and Simon never thought Nate would take them to heart.

Simon's hands balled into fists. Even if Clara wasn't his favorite person, this felt wrong!

Then Nate leaned in, whispering, "Simon, I'm not gonna do anything to her. If you fancy playing the hero, swing by the room in an hour. Haven't you noticed how distant Clara's been with you lately?"

began to dissipate at those words. True enough, Clara's antics today had thrown him for a loop, especially when she had the nerve to splash water

you

there, how could he possibly do nothing? He wanted Clara to see who was really in charge. An hour

trust me? I

Nate, lie to

it."

they were on chum terms, addressing each other by first names. Simon rarely called him "uncle." To Simon, Nate was just a tag-along, someone

"Take her upstairs!" When

but here she was, being whisked away

pressed his lips together, summoning the courage to meet her eyes. If she truly wanted nothing to do with Nate, now was the time

again, Clara had already turned her gaze away, cold and

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