CLARA
I stumbled for the third time, my grip tightening around William's hand as he led me toward God knows where.
I promised it had nothing to do with my shoes because I was wearing ballet flats. William made sure I stayed off heels. He said he hated them and was too afraid I might sprain my neck.
William said he had a surprise. But surprises weren't supposed to involve rocky paths and the constant fear of twisting an ankle…or dying, right?
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time, just to be sure he wasn't planning to push me off a cliff. Oddly, I could hear the sound of a waterfall. Maybe it was my imagination.
Even though I trusted William, my nerves were shot.
He chuckled. "It hurts that my girlfriend trusts me so little."
"I will trust you more," I muttered, "if you stop teasing me."
Earlier, he'd mentioned the same surprise to me, told me to dress up, and made a whole dramatic production out of it. Naturally, my mind had gone wild.
