Chapter 17

Clara's POV

Derek placed the bucket on the ground next to him and gave me a furious look.

He was still shirtless in his chest and wearing sweatpants.

The first thing that struck me was that, thankfully, he was still alive. When it eventually dawned on me that I was half nude in his bed, I realised that I was not going to go to prison for helping to commit a murder.

I could only imagine the multitude of ideas buzzing through his head. This time, I was screwed; there was no turning back. This is probably the point at which my life ends. I’m quite convinced we were going to wind up in prison after everything Waylen tried to keep 'us' out of there. Everything was going to come to light.

His demeanour abruptly improved as he moved in closer and perched on the edge of the bed, appearing a little more composed.

"Are you going to explain everything that happened last night?" questioned the man.

His gaze lingered on mine, waiting for a response.

My heart felt like it was about to burst from