Chapter 624

Aaron looked like he'd lost ten pounds in a week-bones sharper, eyes sunken- as he perched on the edge of Simon's bed. "Told you, didn't I? Ryan cares about Clara. There's no way he'd swallow your story whole. But after what you put yourself through, even if he only believes a fraction, that's enough. Your injuries are real, after all."

Simon had nearly thrown his life away on purpose this time, all to frame Dylan and fan the flames of Ryan's jealousy just so Ryan would start to believe Dylan was the kind of guy who'd do anything to get what he wanted.

Simon coughed, the sound raw, and shot his cousin a frosty look.

"Man, it's only been a few days and you look like hell. You sure you're still alive?"

Aaron's fists tightened in his lap, knuckles going white. Dylan's name was like a splinter under his skin-he needed to do something, anything, to get him out.

"Yeah, well, remember when I said I'd help? I started digging, and you're not going to believe this. Turns out Clara's never seen her boyfriend's face. Not once. Every time they meet, it's in the dark. That mansion you told me about? From outside, you can't see a thing. I'm sending someone in tonight to snoop around. Maybe we'll finally find something useful."

Simon frowned, trying to wrap his head around it.

How's that even a

call Aaron out on his nonsense, but then he remembered that creepy

pull that off, maybe falling for a guy she'd never even seen wasn't so crazy after all. With Clara, nothing

thought he knew. He'd just been stupid enough to think he had her all figured

got him

rushed to his face, making his wounds sting and sending him into another coughing

moved to the

the world on fire-while Dylan sits there all

been like that, acting like

for

bitter laugh and slammed his fist into the

Clara, but nobody wants them together. That kind of love-when you

twisted enthusiasm with a

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