Chapter 99. Progress

Keira’s POV

“Would you like tea? Or coffee? “Clint asked from his kitchen.

I shook my head at him and wrapped the blanket tighter than ever. I was seated on Clint’s comfy sofa, my knees raised to my chest. Clint had picked me out of my room and taken me to his place after he discerned that it was unsafe for me to be there.

I could still remember vividly how everything played out. I could faintly recall crying myself to sleep, like a baby, when I saw that Clint was not answering my calls.

When I heard his voice calling out my name, I thought I was in a lucid dream, and because of how desperately I wanted him, I imagined he was here. But when I looked up and saw his face, I knew it was not some lucid dream.

It was as clear as day. Clint was right there, in front of me. At that moment,