Clara shivered despite the heat of the sun, wrapping her arms across her chest as she glanced around her. "This place gives me the creeps!" she complained, not liking the way the locals were staring at her. Normally she loved the attention, but these men were different. There was something more than desire in their eyes, more of an animalistic hunger. Shuddering, she scurried after Jon and cuddled up against his arm. "Jon, please let's go," she whimpered.