Chapter 212

Julian Archer paused, brows slightly furrowed in thought before giving a small nod. "I'll have Brandon take you," he said. Claire Richards had her own circle now, her own crowd she wanted in on—he couldn’t really stop her. "Sure, looks like Brandon’s getting roped in again," Claire replied with a smile. She wasn’t about to refuse—it wasn’t smart either. With that psycho still at large, who knew where she might sneak off to next? Having Brandon around made her feel a whole lot safer. She stepped out the door. "Mrs. King..." Julian murmured under his breath, rolling the name on his tongue. It sounded oddly familiar, like he’d heard it somewhere before. Back home, Claire slipped into a flowy mint green gown perfect for summer, went with a light, fresh makeup look, pinned up her long hair, and picked out a necklace that was tasteful—nothing too flashy, but not cheap-looking either. By the time she made it downstairs, Brandon Harris was already standing by the car. "Claire," he called out,