[center] Despite being able to conceal it, Christian was quite aggravated that others had been listening in on their conversation the night before. He'd no idea just what had been heard, or if word would travel, but he'd made a mental note to keep his private conversations far from lingering ears. There'd been too many people in that household and without a doubt, those wolves probably could hear everything…  He'd sighed over his cup of coffee before bringing it to his lips for a slow sip. This was going to be a long day, he already knew it – at least Kieran seemed less than happy that morning. Good – he'd rather the man be miserable over the whole ordeal. He'd put himself in that mess, and he needed to get himself out of it or Christian would make sure that he and Clara would be long gone. 

Clara had just come downstairs amongst all of the banter and had only glanced towards Kieran when he'd left. She'd stifled a yawn as she approached the kitchen to fetch herself some coffee before she lazily sunk in one of the chairs. The tension on the air was heavy, and yet, she had no idea of the cause of it. 

Her brow raised as she eyed Christian who m seemed suspiciously calm. She'd seen that look before and she frowned over it. He'd done something that she probably wouldn't like and he was playing the innocent party. As all had soon left the table, Clara looked over to him with a glare and kicked his shin beneath the table. He'd only looked up at her with his own brow raised. "What was that for?"

"Don’t play innocent." Clara suddenly hissed, her words in low whispers as not to let anyone else hear. "What'd you do?"

"What do you mean?" He gave a huff as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "And why do you think I'm involved in anything? I don't know any of these people, remember?"

"Oh, stuff it." She bit out again. "You did something last night, and I swear to god if you've screwed anything up around here…" 

"What could I possibly screw up, Clara? Unless you know something I don't know." He wasn't supposed to know about her sire being under the same roof at the moment, but then again, Christian was more than perceptive. If her instincts were right- it absolutely had something to do with that, and she wouldn't hold anything past Christian to stir up some trouble. She'd not answered him, the frown remaining on her lips as she stood up suddenly, the coffee still in her hand. 

"Whatever, Christian – I'm not going to play your little game." He'd only shrugged in return as he watched her rise. She'd turned on her heel and left him then, deciding to wander the mansion in the meantime – anything to keep busy and keep her mind off of it. [/center]
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