Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 432

She immediately thought about that drink. At a party this big, getting it directly to her was no simple feat.

Scanning the room, her eyes quickly found a familiar face-Simon. As soon as he spotted her, he made a beeline in her direction.

"Clara, are you okay? You look a little off."

Clara opened her mouth to respond, but then a sudden wave of heat hit her, like thousands of little ants crawling all over her skin. The itch felt like it was coming from deep inside her bones, and no amount of scratching could ease it.

She lowered her gaze and shook her head. With so many people from their circle present, clinging to Simon would only fuel the gossip mill, branding her as desperate for his attention.

Instinctively, she turned to find a quiet corner to hide. But Simon reached out and caught her wrist.

up? If you're not feeling

energy to argue. She desperately needed someone to hold her;

Clara pushed him away. "Keep

strength surprised him, causing him to stumble back. Given their history, any interaction between them was bound to attract attention, and sure

and smash it, hoping the shards might

her again. Clara could feel the chaos inside her, and she

The loud crash of something

person hesitated, then

lights flickered back on, Clara was nowhere to be seen

stood there, his expression dark. Whoever it was had moved too fast for him to react. His eyes

floor, he hurried upstairs, only