Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Clara scrambled to her feet, stunned. He'd seemed fine just moments ago-what happened?

They rode the escalator down in silence. Dylan didn't say a word. Neither did Aiden.

Clara, feeling a bit like an outsider, kept quiet too.

Back in the car, she grabbed a bottle of water and held it out to Dylan. "Want some?"

Dylan leaned against the backseat, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he didn't take the water. He looked completely lost in his own misery.

Clara started to say something to comfort him, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw a line of massive trucks barreling toward them.

Almost without thinking, she shouted, "Aiden!"

Aiden had already floored the gas before she even finished.

Clara forced herself to stay calm and glanced behind them. The trucks filled the entire road-they were on the only route back to the Capital. Someone clearly didn't want them getting back.

She took a deep breath. "So, what's the plan?"

Aiden's face was steady, totally unfazed. "We keep driving. Wherever we can make it to, that's where we'll go. Miss, I'll need you to look after the boss. He's not doing well."

Clara slid over next to Dylan and touched his forehead. No fever, but he looked awful.

"Dylan?"

gently, even brushing her fingers near his nose

a little ridiculous, but

fluttered open. In the rush of the speeding car, with the wind whistling outside, he suddenly reached out and pulled her

wrapped around her neck, their bodies pressed together, heat and tension spilling

mind went blank. She could feel how stiff he was, and the hand she'd meant to use to gently

struggled with insomnia. Was there something else? What on earth happened in that building

his

here. Try not to

them in the rearview mirror but

breath, pulled out his phone, and called for backup, steering them onto an even lonelier stretch of

black sedans stuck to them like

sharp cracks and instinctively cupped Dylan's face in her hands. He still looked pale

sure what else to do, she

a

lips

Just

rest for a bit,

but it always

more

front. "Aiden, do we have a

cars behind them, and