Chapter 181

For Jessica, and for the fallen brothers of the Northmoon family—Clara had to go. If she didn't make it back, maybe... maybe he wouldn't keep holding on anymore. Always calm and distant, even she felt her chest twist at those words. It hurt. Like, really hurt. But she wasn't the kind to dwell too long. Pain or not, she knew how to move on. She wasn't some hopeless romantic either. When it was time to walk away, she'd do it. Clara wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, turned around, grabbed a backpack, and began packing for Selvara. "Nicholas... Nicholas..." Paul kept calling, starting to panic as Nicholas stayed silent. Clatter— His phone slipped straight to the floor. Paul's heart dropped. No way... Was it really over between him and Clara? He slapped himself once, hard. Why had he even suggested Nicholas call her? Now he only made things worse. — At the bar. Mark Anderson watched his friend angrily downing shot after shot. "Dude, stop it. You don't even drink like this. What ha