[center]Clara had hung on his every word in that moment, her hunger and desire stronger than any sense of reasoning and doubt could overpower. She knew not of any repercussions that her actions could have, lost in a haze of neediness for the erotic and mind-blowing sensations that she was given the night before. She was angry at Jaden, her trust had been entirely broken and scattered upon the floor between them and all she wanted to do in that moment was show him her anger. Not only that, she wanted Asmodeus to [i]make[/i] her forget it all. She wanted to be lost once more in a fit of desire and passion and she didn’t want to think of the new ache and void that Jaden had now caused her. It had only frustrated her further, not only to find out that she was a mere pawn in her sire’s plans, but to realize that Jaden had saved her only based on the fact that she had looked like his deceased wife. He had been selfish in bringing her back; in keeping her for himself when she so readily was willing to die after everything when she was younger. Now, in place of what she once was, was a hungry and vengeful creature, hurt now by the only man that she thought she could trust -- and she wanted to teach him a lesson. 
 
She leaned needily into Asmodeus’ touch once more, listening carefully to his instructions as his touch had still elicited the slightest bit of pleasure. The need within her was growing and all she could think of or want was to have him inside her once more. As he disappeared from her sight, so did his touch and she was left feeling empty again -- her desire and anger filling what it could, forcing her to push herself almost clumsily out of bed from the wine she had already tossed back previously. 

Her steps were quick back down the hall and to the study where she could hear him, her walk focused -- knowing she had a purpose no matter how much she didn’t want to see him in that moment. She needed him… She needed him for Asmodeus.

Clara had turned the corner to his study and had lingered outside the door in a moment of hesitation, wondering in the briefest of moments, if she should -- or rather, [i]could[/i] do this to him. If she could very well use him just as he had her… But she had held firm to the anger and hurt of everything he had lied to her over, about all of the truths he had suddenly revealed after a night like last -- after centuries of believing one thing and now realizing he wasn’t entirely who she thought he was. No, he deserved this - he deserved to be used at least this one time… 

“Jaden - I need to talk to you.” Her voice was firm and she stepped with a sort of resolve, determination danced across her features laced with that scrunch of anger. And yet, her gaze seemed almost hazy - looking at him as if it weren’t him, looking at him with that desire from the evening before that she needed satisfied. She hadn’t wanted to hear him protest; to hear anything that could have come from his lips at that point as she immediately approached him.  Her heart was pounding, she knew, but she [i]had[/i] to do this.

Clara had approached his seat and despite anything he had been doing, she immediately stood in front of him, her focus entirely on him and not the scattered papers around him, the broken quills tossed on the floor, or what he could have been writing. Her hands had soon come to cup his face just as he had said to do, watching him for only a moment, almost savoring that second before she had opened her mouth to speak  - her voice firm, swirling with that anger and pain - knowing full well he was going to be angry with her after everything was said and done. And yet, she still spoke the words that Asmodeus had wanted her to… 

[i]“ Imple desiderium meum satiare famem, et factus est mihi…” [/i] [/center]