Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 610

The whole car jerked sideways, but Clara didn't even flinch. She planted her boot on the center console, steadying herself as she snapped up her gun and fired straight ahead.

Her shot nailed the lead car, flipping it over and blocking the rest of the convoy behind it.

It would only buy them a few seconds, though. The others would be back on their tail any moment.

Clara slipped back in through the open window, already reloading the gun with practiced, almost automatic movements.

Halfway through, she paused, frowning. "Wait... did I ever actually learn how to use a gun?"

And yet, her hands knew exactly what to do.

She'd been wondering about it since earlier, when she'd spotted the scattered gun parts and somehow, without thinking, assembled them in seconds.

She glanced at Dylan sitting beside her.

He had his eyes closed, silent.

Aiden up front was quiet too.

Sensing the strange tension, Clara decided not to push it.

She rolled up the window and scooted closer to Dylan. "Feeling any better?" she asked softly.

He opened his eyes, gaze drifting to the gun in her hands.

Guess I must've learned somewhere... just can't remember who taught

faded as a surge of blurry, chaotic memories crashed through her mind, making her

she grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the sweat from

talking to

nodded slightly, his eyes searching her face. Finding nothing

against his

actually touch-starved

she couldn't stay. She had her own people to look

The car

enemy

down the road, the

closing in again

Dylan's

cutting them off.

out a shaky breath,

in the

a glimpse of a small box

ask. Instead, she

figured as

were here, they'd

nowhere,

the road ahead. Even Aiden

down from the mountain, smashing into the car and sending them

Clara's world spun.

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