Building Her Throne Burying My Heart (Claire) novel Chapter 91

That day we went out together, she dropped the bracelet I’d given her right into the river. I spent ages feeling around in the cold water before I finally found it.

When I handed it back, she said it was the most precious gift she’d ever gotten and promised she’d never lose it again.

But now, I guess the most precious thing she owns probably comes from someone else.

“I didn’t even have a scratch on me that time. But now? Do you want to see the scar on my leg? It’s twelve centimeters long.”

Anger bubbled up in me. I started rolling up my pant leg, wanting her to see just how bad the wound really was.

“You should’ve seen how hard I was fighting to get back to the surface!”

Claire knew she was in the wrong. She turned away, her voice sharp.

“Enough!”

“You’re fine now, aren’t you? Why are you still hung up on this?”

I almost laughed. Was I really the one being unreasonable now?

I didn’t want to argue anymore. My whole body was burning up, like I’d caught fire inside. My scalp itched so badly it felt like my head might burst. Restless, I pulled open the fridge, grabbed an ice-cold drink, and chugged it.

The cold helped for a second, but then it made things worse, like every nerve in my body was zinging. Everything felt tangled up inside me. I couldn’t tell if I was thinking straight or just completely out of it.

As the chill faded, the heat in my chest flared up again, worse than before. It didn’t feel like putting out a fire—it was like dumping fuel on it. My head spun.

I stumbled out of the kitchen, my vision going fuzzy as I looked over at Claire.

“If I really died in that pool today, would you finally feel free?”

She didn’t say anything. Her face stayed cold and distant, one side washed in moonlight, the other disappearing into darkness.

I couldn’t tell what she was feeling or even what she was thinking anymore.

Meanwhile, I was starting to feel awful. Dizzy. Like I might just hit the floor. Everything was turning foggy in my head.

Even so, something stubborn in me pushed me forward. I took a step closer, refusing to let it go.

“Would you actually be happy if I just died?”

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