Liam tried to keep his voice calm, but the irritation in his tone was becoming harder to hide. “He’s just looking around. He’s not staring at you. Like you and me, he’s curious about what’s happening.” He said it as simply as possible, but Clara wasn’t listening.
Clara leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms defensively. “If he’s just looking around, why does it feel like I’m being targeted? I don’t care how calm he is. I’m terrified.” She was clutching her chest in what can only be described as a theatrical display of fear.