Building Her Throne Burying My Heart (Claire) novel Chapter 62

Garrison’s embarrassment flickered across his face, but he kept his cool. He just clenched his fists and forced a smile.

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll sleep in the car. Lambert should have the room.”

He sounded so generous, but I could tell he was hoping Claire would step in. He’d heard about the cemetery, about how she made me kneel in the rain and didn’t even blink. If she could hate someone that much, there was no way she’d let me take the room and send him to sleep in the car. Still, things had changed. Now, I was just a servant, and it was all up to Claire.

Sure enough, Claire looked straight at me. She walked over, her eyes cold and sharp.

“What are you thinking?” she said, her tone icy. “Have you forgotten who you are? You’re the one sleeping in the car. The other room is for Garrison.”

The words landed like a slap. Of course I knew my place. But there was no way I’d let her end up with someone like Garrison.

“Alright,” I said, hiding my relief. “Sounds good. The car works for me.”

While Claire went to register at the front desk, I turned and caught Garrison’s eye. His plan had backfired, and the look he gave me was pure venom.

I just shot him a look back, then headed out.

I’m not sure how long I sat in the car, staring at the darkness. Eventually, there was a knock at the window. I cracked it open and found Garrison standing there, holding a tray.

“Claire and I just had a really nice candlelit dinner,” he said, his voice full of fake sympathy. “You looked pretty pitiful, so I brought you some of what we didn’t finish. The kitchen made a little extra, too. You must be starving.”

He made it sound like I was some stray dog waiting for scraps.

“Thanks,” I said, not missing a beat. “I am hungry. Appreciate you bringing it out yourself.”

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