Clara’s POV
Darius studied my face for a moment. "It's going to be hard physical labor. We'll be working twelve-hour shifts until the road is passable."
"That's fine. The faster we get it done, the better."
What I didn't say was that the faster we got it done, the faster Killian would be able to leave. And the sooner he left, the sooner I could stop feeling confused and frustrated by whatever effect he had on me.
"Alright," Darius said. "You'll be on the first team. We're heading out in an hour."
I nodded and turned to leave, but Darius called out to me.
"Clara."
I stopped and looked back at him.
"Be careful out there. The conditions are dangerous, and I don't want anyone getting hurt."
"I will."
As I left the conference room, I felt a surge of determination. I was going to work
