Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 568

Clara was running on empty. Just getting Dylan upstairs had wiped her out, and now she could barely catch her breath.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped.

Nicholas hovered at the edge of the bed, ready to yank her away. But before he could, Jackson stepped up and put a steady hand on Nicholas's shoulder.

Nicholas, already agitated, spun around. "Are you stopping me right now? Did you not see what Clara's up to? She's totally making a move on Dylan. The guy's ridiculously good-looking-she probably thinks he married her because he actually likes her."

Jackson didn't even bother arguing. He just grabbed a clean tissue from the nightstand and stuffed it straight into Nicholas's mouth.

"Enough. Give it a rest," he said.

Nicholas spat the tissue out, glaring. Something felt off-weren't he and Jackson supposed to be on the same side here? Why did it suddenly feel like Jackson was defending Clara?

Before he could say a word, Jackson dragged him away from the bed. Then, with an icy glance at Clara, he said, "Since you're so eager to take care of Dylan, have at it. But if anything goes wrong, you're taking the fall."

Clara stared at them in disbelief. "Seriously? A little help here would be nice! Changing bandages isn't exactly a one-person job."

Nicholas tried to step forward again, but Jackson yanked him back.

Nicholas finally lost it. "What is wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?"

Jackson rubbed his temples, clearly done with the whole scene. He shoved Nicholas out the door, tossed a quick, "We'll check on Dylan later," over his shoulder at Clara, and disappeared downstairs with Nicholas in tow.

even call after them, they were

His head had slumped quietly onto her shoulder, suddenly looking so peaceful

She'd thought having backup

a sigh, Clara picked up the gauze and got back to work. Her fingers brushed against Dylan's bare skin, sticky with blood and crisscrossed with fresh wounds. She noticed him flinch ever so slightly, and

picked a fight while he was hurt? She could've just waited until he healed before bringing

forth, restless and uneasy. He was convinced Clara

had been head

everyone knew that.

explanation. Now that he was unconscious, was Clara

sprawled on the couch, stretching out until he was practically lying

Nicholas glanced up at the stairs, worry etched all over his face.

of them, but he was also the most reliable -the one everyone looked up to. Of course they were worried

grabbed an apple off the table, took a bite, and

Nicholas answered, frowning. Why

everything when it came to Dylan-he was the guy everyone trusted. But now,

another bite. "If Aiden's not worried, why are you? Dylan's going to be

to flirt earlier, he clearly wasn't on his

played wingman for someone else's little love drama upstairs-and he

meanwhile, was totally oblivious,

not to go

showed up last. He saw the two of them on the couch and sat