Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 592

No one saw it coming-not even Clara. She barely had time to react.

The sharp sting of the bullet shot through her shoulder, and for a second, she just stared at the spot, numb, then looked up at Tara, who stood there calm as ever, completely unfazed.

For a split second, Clara couldn't help but think how much Tara reminded her of Dylan. That same icy confidence, that unshakeable cool. No wonder Mrs. Ferguson adored her as a daughter-in-law. It wasn't just the music or painting- Tara could handle a gun like she'd been born for it.

Tara had definitely had professional training.

With the ghost of a smirk, Tara's eyes flashed with something sharp-almost mocking before she slid her gun away. She turned to Mrs. Ferguson. "Mrs. Ferguson, the sedative in the bullet will kick in soon. Should we take her now?"

Clara tried to move, but her limbs felt like lead. Panic started to rise as she realized she couldn't even lift her hand. Two bodyguards were already heading right for her.

Mrs. Ferguson was on her feet, ready to leave with Clara in tow.

But then, just as everything seemed locked in, the mysterious figure from that night reappeared, cloaked in black.

He seemed to materialize from the shadows, moving fast, and swept Clara into his arms. Without missing a beat, he tossed a smoke grenade to the ground. The room filled with thick, swirling smoke, and just like that they were gone.

in and out, but she felt herself being carried, then

black knelt beside her, holding a small vial of clear liquid to

and low, almost broken, and his hands were hidden

to wear off. When she could finally speak, her voice

man let out a breath, like he'd been holding it forever, but didn't answer. He just stood up and slipped away, melting

move, so she leaned back and just rested, letting everything fade

The only thing left was the canister smoldering on the floor. Tara helped steady Mrs. Ferguson, her voice soft. "Mrs.

frustrated, but there was

really grown

little sun. But now, he was

growing up changes people. Maybe being a little tough

"Dylan's going to be all

gave her a knowing look. "Tara, you still care about that

softened.

Tara helped Mrs. Ferguson into the car. She leaned in, her