Chapter Thirty-Five

Claire Claire watched as Axel walked out of the back door, and she waited a few seconds to turn toward Aunt Demetria, who poured herself a glass of wine and stood by Claire as she washed the dishes. She lifted a light brow at her. "You look like you need one of these," she said, offering over her glass. Claire pursed her lips. "I'm only eighteen. You're a bad influence." She chuckled. "Seriously? You're the only eighteen-year-old I know that would turn down liquor." Claire placed a plate on the drainer and turned to grab another one. "Doubt it. Now, are you going to tell me what's going on with you and Kerry? Or are you going to act like nothing is going on?" Demetria sighed and leaned her hip against the countertop. "I'm a phenomenal actress, so obviously, I'm going with the latter." "Come on. I know you want to talk about it," Claire said. She huffed. "Since Axel already told you, I'm supposedly his second chance mate or something." She made a face and took another sip.