Clair keeps her face completely emotionless. She couldn't afford to show weakness, she couldn't show Drake that he had power over her, that he could make her react. She couldn't let the hatred she was feeling show itself.
It doesn't work, the more she thinks about it the more her lip curls into a snarl.
There was so much things to process. That whole business about her grandmother she didn't really care about. She might have if Drake didn't also reveal much more important information. She was still stuck on that her grandfather was going to force her to marry Drake. And now there was so much more.
She didn't want to believe it, but it was clearly true. Her grandfather did shit like that the whole fucking time. That's why she left in the first place. Always controlling her, always the family, literally never asking or caring to the slightest degree what Clair herself may want.
The gun she holds wavers a bit.
Lance also killed him. Lance killed their grandfather. Clair felt hurt, shock, and then pain all at once. She felt betrayed. But when she thought about it, it was rather obvious. She probably should've been able to pick up on the realization much sooner.
There's also the fact that if her grandfather, who was stubborn and had iron will and wouldn't change his mind if he believed he was right, had made her marry Drake, she may have actually killed him herself. It's a scary thought but he wouldn't back down and his plans crossed an extreme line. Her grandfather would've betrayed her, betrayed her more than she had ever considered possible. And to Drake of all people. What the fuck had he been thinking?
She was upset at Lance for killing her grandfather, and even more so for lying to her about all these things, but in a way he actually saved her from life as a trophy wife.... not that she wouldn't have rescued herself from it, of course.
She had always believed her parents had died in a car crash. But they were murdered, and Lance knew about it. That was the common theme she was finding in all these events.
Lance knew about it, and never told her.
The death of her parents. The marriage with Drake. The fact that he killed their own grandfather. What happened to the grandmother she never really knew.
Lance knew about it, and never fucking told her.
She could feel her face return to its emotionless state as she accepted what would become her new reality. Outside she may look calm to a scary degree, but inside she could feel cold fury and hatred well up inside her.
'This is what Drake wants.' she told herself. 'He wants us to fight. He wants to divide us. And Lance made it so fucking easy didn't he.'
Still, she couldn't help it. Even knowing these things couldn't stop her from feeling this sense of emptiness.
Where she felt emptiness she used to feel the comfort of family, not matter how fucked up it was. There was nothing there now.
She had to concentrate on Drake. He was the top priority. She could deal with Lance later.
Lance seemed conflicted for some reason, but Clair had no issues dealing with Drake. She had sort of planned for this whole thing.
"You're wrong." she finally says, her voice coming out a bit more shaky than she had intended. "You have no power of him."
She keeps her gun trained on one of his men. "Killing a member of the council is forbidden, yes. So we won't kill you. We're just going to kill everyone else here, and then bring you to the council. Alive. You brought an army here to kill us, which of course is forbidden. The council will see through your deception. You basically just gave us their full support by turning traitor and turning yourself into a common enemy."
She tilts her head sideways.
"We don't NEED to kill you, Drake. Today, your clan dies. Tomorrow, you face the council's judgment." she scoffs. "You had to have come here knowing that you didn't kill every fucking one of us you'd lose. The council will blame you. Your only chance is us dying here, so you can spin the story."
"And that isn't going to happen."