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.

another word, and jumped out.

back, lost somewhere in

black caught up to Clara

wanted to scream at him, but the words stuck in her

lazy smile. "Why aren't you

like a helpless mouse, toyed with by

her lips together, finally

her to know that if he wanted to, he could bring her back any time. The last few days of freedom-those were just a tease.

back into the car and slammed

car started rolling toward the

still had to keep her trapped here. Did he honestly get

do you actually

himself. Did he really just want her to

a

shaking with rage, but Dylan just smirked. "Why wouldn't

was the spark that set her off. Without even thinking, she raised her hand and

didn't even

in the small space, leaving five bright red fingerprints on his pale

stepped out of a painting, all

handprint looked