Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 679

Walter stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Wait until you're the one in charge."

Dylan's lashes flickered. He'd never really cared about that kind of power, but he pressed his lips together and nodded. "Yeah."

Clara, sitting beside him, suddenly leaned in. "Is it dangerous?"

Dylan's hand trembled ever so slightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. No matter what version of Clara he met, she was always the sharpest in the room.

He crooked his finger at her. "Come here."

She got up, moving to his side, worry written all over her face.

He reached out and patted her gently on the head. "Let's go."

Clara shot Walter a look, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Dylan took her hand, and as he turned the wheelchair around, he couldn't hold back a real smile curving at his lips. "Quit glaring. It's not dangerous."

She hesitated, then followed him. "Really?"

Downstairs, the rest of the family was waiting to talk to Dylan about the birthday party plans. The chef was busy clattering around in the kitchen, and everyone else sat in the living room, the mood tense-there was a lot to figure out.

involved in the planning sat together on a nearby

to Dylan, but their conversation was so complicated and formal, she quickly tuned out. Her legs

He just reminded her, "Don't talk

slipped outside through the glass sliding door. Out here, the air felt lighter, less

herself gently. After a while, a plate of neatly sliced fruit appeared on the small

not looking away, her voice sweet and

squeezed her eyes shut, remembering what

She'd noticed something was off with Clara from the beginning, and now

mockery flashed

things easier. Before coming home, Tara had done her homework, swapped info with Simon, and already figured out

"You had an accident, didn't you? Things are a little strange for you now, but

slowly opened her eyes, sizing up the

kindness-there was

Mrs. Ferguson, tricking someone like

was about to say something else, the

Dylan's voice was cold.

do you

but when she met his eyes,

but his stare was

even more