Dangerous Game

Clara's POV

The parking garage echoed with the sound of my heels as Nathan pulled me toward his Aston Martin. Smoke from the explosion filled the air, but I forced myself to stay focused. I couldn't let him see how shaken I was by Alexander's escape.

"Get in," Nathan commanded, opening the passenger door. His normally perfect suit was covered in dust, yet somehow he managed to look even more devastatingly handsome.

"I can handle myself," I protested, but slid into the leather seat anyway. The car purred to life as Nathan gunned the engine.

"Clearly," he said dryly, speeding up the ramp. "Is that why you're shaking?"

I hadn't realized my hands were trembling until he pointed it out. "It's just the adrenaline."

"Clara." His voice softened as he navigated through traffic. "You don't have to pretend with me."

"I'm not pretending anything." I stared straight ahead, trying to ignore how his cologne filled the confined space of the car. "I knew exactly what I was getting into when I exposed