He glanced up and noticed it was Simon approaching.
Simon wore a puzzled look. "Uncle Nate, what's going on?"
Nate gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You don't even like Clara, remember? You told Colton and me before—she's fair game."
Those were just drunken ramblings, and Simon never thought Nate would take them to heart.
Simon's hands balled into fists. Even if Clara wasn't his favorite person, this felt wrong!
Then Nate leaned in, whispering, "Simon, I'm not gonna do anything to her. If you fancy playing the hero, swing by the room in an hour. Haven't you noticed how distant Clara's been with you lately?"
Simon's anger began to dissipate at those words. True enough, Clara's antics today had thrown him for a loop, especially when she had the nerve to splash water on Ada—it left him rattled.
He lowered his gaze, murmuring, "Are you really not going to hurt her?"
Nate felt ridiculous. With such a stunner right there, how could he possibly do nothing? He wanted Clara to see who was really in charge. An hour was plenty of time.
"You still don't trust me? I promise you!"
Simon stepped aside without hesitation. "Uncle Nate, lie to me, and you’ll regret it."
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