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.

jumped out. The second her feet hit the pavement,

the car, Dylan leaned back, lost somewhere

Clara and dragged

scream at him, but the words stuck

to her with a lazy smile. "Why aren't you running

shot through Clara's heart. She felt like a helpless mouse, toyed with by a cat that was way

pressed her lips together, finally

to know that if he wanted to, he could bring her back any time. The last

back into the car and slammed the

car started rolling toward the Capital. Clara's anger burned hotter

keep her trapped here. Did he honestly get some

do you actually

to crush it himself. Did he

a

with rage, but Dylan

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

even try to

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

out of a painting, all smooth lines

handprint looked