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.

didn't say another word, and jumped out. The second her feet hit the pavement,

leaned back, lost somewhere in

it didn't take long before a group of men in black caught up to Clara and dragged her back. She

him, but the words stuck in

a lazy smile. "Why aren't you

helpless mouse, toyed with by a cat

lips together,

to, he could bring her back any time.

her back into the car and slammed

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

Dylan out-his heart was with Tara, but he still had to keep her trapped here. Did he honestly get some

you actually enjoy

himself. Did

but a power

shaking with rage, but Dylan just smirked. "Why

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

even try

space, leaving five bright

flawless, almost unreal-like he'd stepped out of a painting, all

looked painfully