Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Early the next morning, a servant knocked anxiously on Dylan's door.

"Sir, madam is gone."

Dylan didn't even bother finishing getting dressed before ordering everyone to search. He checked Clara's bedroom himself twice-then looked in the closet, behind the curtains, everywhere she could possibly be.

With how tight security was at Palm Bay, there was no way she could just slip out on her own.

"Clara!" he called out, but the house was dead quiet.

Just as he was about to check the other rooms, someone pulled up last night's security footage. There was Clara, asleep in a car.

Dylan let out a long breath, glanced down at his feet-one shoe on, one off-and rubbed his temples.

He went back to finish getting ready, then headed out to the car. When he looked inside and saw Clara still fast asleep in the backseat, he turned to Aiden. "Why didn't you close the car door?"

Aiden just scratched his head, still groggy from the morning. "Guess I forgot last night."

Clara woke up, rubbing her eyes. Spotting Dylan standing outside, she sat up straight. "I want to go out with you today."

Dylan was dressed sharp, clearly heading out for something important. His hand tightened a little on the door handle.

Clara stayed put, refusing to leave the car. Another day trapped at Palm Bay and she'd probably lose her mind.

Dylan remembered what the doctor had said-Clara hadn't been sleeping well, something was bothering her. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to take her out for a change.

He lowered his gaze and got in the car. "I'll wait. Go change your clothes."

Clara's eyes lit up, but she still looked at him warily. "You're not just saying that, right? You won't disappear as soon as I go upstairs?"

She said it, but she was already out of the car and sprinting up the stairs.

Something inside her knew-Dylan wasn't the type to break a promise.

washed up in record time, snatched some bread from the breakfast table, and

did she finally exhale and

bottle of water.

it her imagination, or was he suddenly being a lot

took the water, finished her bread, and

was Dylan meeting

stopped at Westhill Cemetery,

where Shelly was buried, and even that first time, she'd felt how different

armed guards at the cemetery gates-only the most

was here to

the note

he

and couldn't

Taca? He did have feelings for Tara,

Aiden pushing his wheelchair, but then both

hadn't gone inside last time, but today, she wanted to

Dylan would stop her, but even as they reached the hillside, he didn't say a

feel his mood shift the moment they stepped inside he grew tense,

guards saw Dylan's face and immediately let

keep up, but

unable to hold it in.

and glanced back at her,

weighing something big

he looked

guards stepped aside

left side of the hill was huge, stretching as far as she could see, with even an escalator

onto the escalator and quickly

they reached the top,

front of them was a grand, imposing

feel completely