Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 508

Beck was still smoking when he heard a few sharp screams from inside. Before he could react, a shadow bolted out of a side door and vanished into the night.

He stubbed out his cigarette, jaw tight, and strode into the room. "What happened?"

Three guys were sprawled out cold on the floor, heads bleeding. The rest were kneeling beside them, checking for signs of life, completely lost on what to do.

Beck shot a quick look in the direction Clara had run, then snapped, "Go after her."

They all knew each other-usually on good terms, nobody wanted to leave their friends bleeding. But right now, Beck was in charge, and nobody dared argue.

Clara had a huge head start. Most people would have run for the lights, for safety, but not her. She dove deeper into the darkness, slipping through shadows like she belonged there.

Maybe it was all the time she'd spent with Z-her eyes had adjusted. She could see in the dark better than any of them.

Everyone chasing her made the same mistake—they assumed she'd go for the light.

A few hundred meters in, Beck stopped and turned. "Timmy?"

"You guys keep going straight. The rest of you, come with me

wasn't someone you could underestimate. The usual

promised Megan he'd get

darting through the trees, but

scowl deepened. "Check with the others.

his head. "Nothing.

out in the open, she had to be close,

just as his

how's it going?" Megan sounded calm,

her down. He'd promised to protect her, always, no

three of us and

a second. He could tell she was frustrated, but

me. If not, just leave it. Timmy, don't stress about it-I'm f

bus, don't tell aner's

word."