Clara's POV
The moment Killian's footsteps faded down the hallway, I exploded.
I grabbed the first thing I could reach, a heavy book from my bedside table, and hurled it at the door where he had just been standing. It hit the wood with a loud thud and crashed to the floor.
"Arrogant bastard!" I snarled, looking around for something else to throw.
My hands found the water glass next to my bed. I picked it up and launched it at the wall. It shattered into pieces, sending glass flying across the floor.
The sound of it breaking felt good. Really good.
I kicked at the chair by my desk, sending it toppling over with a bang. Then I swept my arm across the desk surface, sending papers and pens scattering everywhere.
"Who does he think he is?" I muttered angrily, grabbing a pillow from my be
