Chapter 432

"That’s your interpretation, not mine." Claire Thompson shot him a grin. She looked down at the knife in her palm, turning the blade slightly to catch the firelight, and gave it a light flick against her thumb to test its edge. The glint of the blade under the dim fire cast a frosty glow on her smile—one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You said I’m acting like a saint. I was just sharing my thoughts on the term and saying I don’t necessarily dislike it. You’re the one who slapped the label on me—try not to twist things." “...Does it really make a difference?” Hanson Bentley asked through shallow, labored breaths, clearly struggling. Claire’s smile remained. "Of course it does." She slowly moved the blade toward his wound—not close enough to cut, but just enough to send chills crawling down anyone’s spine. "I helped you back there because I saw a sliver of humanity left in you. I didn’t want to watch you die like roadkill in the wilderness. But that doesn’t mean I buy into some fairy