Clara's POV
I tried to wave him off, forcing my voice to sound casual. "I don't know what you're talking about."
But Darius wasn't having it. He stepped even closer, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Don't lie to me, Clara," he growled. "I can smell him on you."
My heart started racing. Could he really smell Killian's scent on me? It had been hours since last night, and I had showered this morning.
"You're being ridiculous," I said, trying to stand up from the chair.
Darius moved faster than I expected, placing his hands on the armrests of my chair and trapping me in place. His face was inches from mine now, his blue eyes burning with fury.
"Ridiculous?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "Some bastard sneaks into my packhouse in the middle of the night to visit my woman, and I'm
