Ryder

As Clara turned away from the window, she noticed a figure standing in the doorway, watching her with a skeptical gaze. It was a young man with a sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into her soul.

"Who are you?" Clara asked, feeling a sense of unease.

"My name is Ryder," the man replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "And I'm here to uncover the truth about you, Clara."

Clara's instincts told her that Ryder was trouble. "What do you mean?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

Ryder sneered. "I mean, I don't believe you're the Hybrid Queen. I think you're a fraud, using the prophecies for your own gain."

Clara felt a surge of anger, but she kept her cool. "And what makes you think that?" she asked, her voice even.

Ryder smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "Let's just say I have my reasons. And I intend to expose you for the fake you are."