An intense chill slowly encompassed her from her toes upward. Little shivers joined the icy sensation until her entire being frosted over, dowsing the little flicker of hope she’d harbored these past months—that tiny part of her that had refused to believe Blake didn’t love her.
“Clara!”
The far-off shout caused a different kind of dread to rise up inside her. A groan formed and rolled around in her throat, not quite escaping and burning as if it held shards of glass.
“What happened?” William asked moments later, arriving at their sides. “I heard a gunshot. Was anyone injured?”
Running came to Clara’s mind. Fast and far, but the hold on her arm prevented her from taking a step.
“Me,” Blake snarled. “Clara’s husband.”
“Husband?” William’s tone and glance held much more than disbelief.
The groan in her throat escaped.
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