Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 188

Clara's heart gave a painful lurch, and she snapped her eyes open. She took deep, gulping breaths, and recognizing the familiar ceiling above her, she realized she had been brought to Palm Bay. As she struggled to sit up, a familiar voice greeted her.

"You're awake?"

Her throat was parched, so she nodded quickly and scanned the room for water. Thankfully, the person beside her seemed to read her mind, and soon enough, a glass was at her lips. She drank eagerly from his hand.

Once the heat inside her cooled down, she finally focused on Dylan. It was already late at night, and he was in his pajamas. Clara noticed that his pajama top was unbuttoned low enough to show off his abs. She quickly looked away, remembering how he had adjusted his shirt to cover up the last time he had opened the door for Eden. Clearly, he wasn't a fan of showing skin.

Acting on impulse, she reached out, pulled the sides of his pajama shirt together, and covered him up snugly. She even tightened the sash of his robe for good

measure.

lowered his lashes, watching her deftly tie the

if it were the most obvious thing in the world,

"Hmm."

ever so slightly. Clara didn't press further and instead asked, "How did you find me? Where's Ryan? Is

nearby, and you have to pass through the cemetery to get there. I just happened to run into him. He insisted I

of pain, yet even then, his first thought was of her. Just for that, she decided she owed him some

and arms

really kind. I owe you again and don't know how to