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

low and final. "Your

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

else's sympathy. That

the word "wife" hitting him like

as Dylan slid into the car, his hands started shaking, his

was quick, shaking a few pills into Dylan's palm and pressing a bottle of water

You

scowled, popped three pills, and reached

obvious in his voice. "You've been taking

side effects will only get

his other hand trembling.

Aiden floored it.

*

living room,

then went back to

no phone, TV

whirr of wheels grew louder. She frowned, but

two of them. Dylan got up from

a deep breath. "The whole couch is empty and

barely

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

"Dylan!"

was getting