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."

was that supposed to

turned away, voice low and final. "Your life

was about to leave, his tone softened, just a hint. "My wife's my responsibility. I know

need anyone else's sympathy. That

"wife" hitting him like

car, his hands

into Dylan's palm

please. You need your

pills, and reached

his voice. "You've been taking too much

side effects will only

the seat, his

Aiden floored it.

*

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

back to pretending she

do and no phone, TV was all she

whirr of wheels grew louder. She frowned, but didn't say a

them. Dylan got up from his wheelchair and, without asking,

"The whole couch is empty

barely

and laid his head in her lap-smooth

"Dylan!"

getting bolder