Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 587

Simon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. His eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Dylan, is Clara happy these days?"

He still hadn't given up on Clara, and every time he said her name, there was something playful—and a little suggestive about it.

Dylan walked right past him without missing a beat.

Simon took a drag, then choked on the smoke, coughing before he could get his next words out. "You know, I brought up that prison on purpose at dinner. Every year, you go to Greenwood Cemetery, but I doubt you're there for Shelly. Are you hiding something from the rest of us?"

That stopped Dylan. He turned, looking over his shoulder at Simon, a half-smile playing at his lips-cold and unreadable.

Simon felt the shift immediately. Dylan's vibe turned dark-like a cold fog creeping up from the floor and settling around him.

Dylan reached out and plucked a leaf from a plant nearby. The sap stained his fingertips green.

"People who know too much," Dylan said quietly, "usually don't last long."

It was the first time Simon had ever been threatened so directly.

But the more Dylan acted like this, the more certain Simon became: the child had to be hidden there.

"Relax, Dylan. I'm sure I'll outlive you. And Clara-she'll be mine."

Dylan let out a low chuckle, tossing the leaf aside. "You know, my father doesn't care how many Fergusons back home die."

What was that supposed to mean?

voice low and

a hint. "My

else's

twisted, the word "wife"

into the car, his hands started shaking,

quick, shaking a few pills into Dylan's palm and

You

three pills, and reached for

his voice. "You've been

effects will only get

gripped the seat, his other hand trembling.

Aiden floored it.

*

was curled up in the living room, half-watching TV when the front door

turned her head, glanced over, then went back

no phone,

of wheels grew louder. She frowned, but

was just the two of them. Dylan got up from his wheelchair

couch is empty

words barely

out and laid his head in her lap-smooth and unhurried, like he'd

"Dylan!"

was getting