Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 634

Clara clutched the strap of her backpack, staring out the window without saying a word.

From where he sat, Dylan could only see the side of her face-small, delicate, and even prettier than usual with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

He lowered his gaze, hiding the storm in his eyes. "Stop making a scene."

Just come home with him.

Out of nowhere, Clara's voice was steady. "Let me out."

Dylan's expression went ice-cold, but then he gave a short, humorless laugh. "Sure."

She blinked, not quite believing it, and slowly turned to look at him.

He was giving her that look again-the same twisted, intense stare as before, like he might drag everything around him straight into darkness.

Did he really mean to let her go?

But then the lock on the car door clicked open.

Clara tightened her grip on her backpack, and couldn't help glancing back at him.

Dylan sat in his wheelchair, head down, pale fingers resting quietly in his lap. "Go on," he said.

word, and jumped out.

back, lost

long before a group of men in black caught up to Clara and

wanted to scream at him, but

her with a lazy smile.

helpless mouse, toyed with by a cat that was way too

her lips

to let her go. He just wanted her to know that if he wanted to, he could bring her back any time. The

black shoved her back into the car and slammed the door

rolling toward the Capital. Clara's anger burned hotter

just couldn't figure Dylan out-his heart was with Tara, but he still had to keep her trapped here. Did he

you actually enjoy

given her hope, only to crush it himself. Did he really just

a

was practically shaking with rage, but Dylan just smirked. "Why

it. That was the spark that set her off. Without even thinking, she raised her

didn't even try

space, leaving five bright red fingerprints on his

skin was flawless, almost unreal-like he'd stepped out of

the handprint looked painfully out