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."

lip, that scene with Clara replaying in her mind, and finally spilled

down, pulled out a tissue, and handed it

her eyes, then tilted her head back, trying to

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

spark 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."

she got herself together, she started telling Flynn

next door, Clara felt like she

Dylan away, her voice barely above a whisper, a

against his chest, eyes closed, lips still

back of her head, holding her gently

eyes, brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear with

"Alright, I'll stop."

promise—and a healthy dose of

looked up and took in the rest of

so he just sat

into his glass as if he

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