[center]The anger and frustration had only continued to swell within her at the appearance of Asmodeus, knowing that if she had not been so stupid the night before then she would still be blissfully ignorant of the secrets that Jaden had chosen to keep from her. She had been so spiteful; so angry that Jaden, of all people, had forgotten about her in the whirlwind of things that she had purposely gone looking for trouble. How easy it would have been to land herself a normal goddamn male - instead of what she had found… But that was just her luck, wasn’t it? And now, even as she wanted to be alone to drink away the revelation of every little thing, she was disturbed by the one who had enticed her, who had drawn her in so very easily and who had left her wanting more. And yet - as he spoke, maybe he did have a point… It wasn’t necessarily [i]him[/i]that had forced everything to shit -- it was the discovery of him. Jaden couldn’t hide it anymore now that she had woken up in the mess of things…

He had appeared next to her then but Clara hadn’t moved, her form stiff where she still remained on her bed. His touch against her neck had made her breath hitch, her brow furrowed at the words he continued to speak - the truths that he continued to feed her. The fact of the matter was, when she had awoken in the mess of the bodies at the club, she hadn’t been as disturbed as she probably could have been. Her anger and worry had lie only with Jaden and the realization that he was not exactly what he had seemed. No, it was an instinct of hers to hunt; to kill… to feed from her prey and yet she had been denied that right. He had provided everything for her and she had fed from him whenever she had needed it. In a way, Asmodeus was right again -- despite Jaden’s reasoning, he had been suppressing her.

Each slow touch, each word he had spoken had dug deep within her and she had felt that familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach, wanting to burst forth again. She had felt that yearning that she knew quite well he could quell, and even then some… As he turned her head, her lips had parted and her breathing had quickened in the slightest both from the anger that he continued to build within her, and the anticipation of what he could have had in store for her. No matter how reluctant she had been, no matter how much she had wanted to place blame on him, each explanation and each word had dug into her soul, filling her with that same desire that she had felt the evening before. 

He was right, wasn’t he?

Her brow furrowed as he continued, almost disappointed that he had pulled away from her even then. Jaden did owe her, didn’t he? Jaden had lied to her all of this time; he had twisted the truth; kept her so terribly sheltered and the moment she had been let loose the evening before had been marred by those same lies and the inevitable need to keep her by his side with his excuses. Now she was left with a choice, once more facing the intoxicating option at hand that really had no need to be ignored. She understood that she had wanted it again -- she had a taste of him and she was becoming addicted… He was a drug to her that she couldn’t quite put aside. Her body had craved him and it was out of spite once more that had driven her to want to make Jaden entirely aware that he had hurt her. And to hear that she had been[i]wanted[/i]... had been what had added the fuel to her fire. 

Clara had found that she had leaned closer to where he was, her gaze almost a haze as she focused only on him at that moment. Her wine glass had been forgotten, toppled off to the side as the smallest amount of white wine that had remained had spilled upon her sheets, but she hadn't noticed, nor did she care. “...What do I have to say?” [/center]