Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 576

She didn't snap out of it until a voice whispered in her ear.

"What are you staring at?"

She lowered her lashes, repeating softly, "Dylan, please. Just let me go back for a bit."

She meant it—she needed to make sure Z was okay. She couldn't let Walter's anger land on him.

Dylan went silent. He always did this whenever she brought up Z-like it was some kind of trigger.

Clara took a deep breath. The question had been on her mind for so long, she finally just blurted it out.

"Do you really hate Z?"

With everyone else, Dylan always seemed untouchable, like nothing anyone did could ever bother him. But Z was different. Dylan's whole vibe shifted whenever Z came up even the corners of his mouth would drop lower than usual.

Clara had never heard of Dylan hating anyone. How could he possibly have beef with Z?

She watched his face, searching for the tiniest hint of emotion.

What she didn't expect was how honest he was.

"Yeah. I really do."

Clara was speechless for a moment.

A weird, hot anger bubbled up inside her, and she let out a short, almost bitter laugh.

"Why? What's he ever done to you?"

Z mostly kept to himself. He was always alone, except for the occasional shift at Nightshade. He barely talked to anyone. If someone didn't like him, it definitely wasn't Z's fault.

about someone,

started to wheel himself away, and she rushed after him.

call him Mr. Dylan, only using his first name if things were urgent. But right now, it slipped out naturally, like she'd said it a thousand

of old memories flickered

Dylan.

Dylan.

called after him, "Did I used

froze, hands still on the wheels. "Did

her forehead. Honestly, not really. She was just tired-too many sleepless nights, her

feeling a little

go back with me. He seems capable, right? Don't

eyes locked on hers,

Dylan's eyes, like he could melt straight through her, even though his

hoping he'd give

he let out a sharp, cold laugh—a sound

don't get what you

stared at him in disbelief. She'd

Shelly for years, stayed

understand-sometimes feelingmet

just didn't make sense. It didn't matter who was

he cared about things like status, just like everyone

frozen for a few

felt stupid for ever thinking she

There was no way he'd let

leave, his hand at his side slowly

door she'd found, but it was closed

regret trickling in. Maybe she should've just left when

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of town, Simon had been staking

keeping Clara locked up, what was he doing