Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 647

Chapter 647

Tara had to summon every bit of self-control she had not to burst in and drag the two of them apart.

She stepped back, quietly closed the door to the suite, and through the shrinking gap, she caught a glimpse of Clara's flushed face-Clara tried to turn away, but he firmly cupped her chin, pulling her back for another kiss.

The door finally clicked shut. Tara stood outside, half hidden in the darkness, her expression as cold and fierce as a thunderstorm.

Just then, Flynn stepped out from the neighboring suite. He saw Tara standing there, spaced out, and came over.

"Tara, why aren't you going in?"

Her face quickly smoothed into something normal. "Uncle, when you said you'd help me, did you really mean it?"

It was only then that Flynn noticed her red eyes, the way she looked like she might cry at any second.

When his sister was dying, she'd made him promise to take care of this niece of his.

He reached out, pulling her close, and led her down the hall to another suite. "What's wrong? Tell me what happened."

Clara replaying in her

a tissue, and handed it over.

tilted her head

thought she was confident enough-thought she could take down Clara without even trying. But tonight proved she'd

of admiration flashed in his eyes. "I'll figure something out. I'll be in Capital for a while-if anything's wrong, just

"Thank you, Uncle."

wasn't the type to drown in her own misery. Once she got herself together, she started telling Flynn

like she was about

her voice barely above a whisper, a little desperate. "Stop

rested against his chest, eyes closed, lips

of her

eyes, brushed a stray strand of hair behind

"Alright, I'll stop."

of alcohol-Clara drifted straight off to

and took in the

just sat there, stubbornly waiting it out. There's no way they're gonna actually

his glass as if he could will it

one hand, scrolling through his phone, acting like none of this was his