I press my lips. "Have you talked to Sage about it?"
"She's helping me through it," Clara admits. "I would tell you but..."
I shake my head. "No, it's okay. Honestly... I don't know if I want to know."
"Exactly." Clara's beautiful, soft smile makes me ache for her. She knows me too well, and even though she doesn't feel comfortable talking to me, she still protects me. She runs the back of her hand under her nose, looking away for a second.
"I can't tell Sage all of it though. I think she'd rage."
I let out a humorless snort. "Yeah, I know. I haven't even told Matthew half of the training we went through as kids. I think he'd try to go and burn Sparta to the ground."
"Maybe that wouldn't be so terrible," Clara says under her breath.
The small comment makes her eyes tear up again. I
