Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 728

She knew exactly how she'd let herself fall for Z before, and now it felt like she was slipping down that same path all over again.

Clara squeezed her eyes shut and burrowed deeper into the covers, refusing to face the world.

She froze when she felt the mattress dip beside her.

The main light clicked off, leaving just the warm glow from the two bedside lamps.

He seemed to be in a strangely good mood as he scooped her out from under the blanket and hugged her close, like she was something precious he couldn't let go. Clara kept her eyes closed, hoping she could ignore the uneasy feeling twisting inside her.

She tried to sound steady as she asked, "Was that explosion outside the city your doing?"

He just pulled her in tighter.

Clara pressed her lips together. She knew how he felt, but if he'd had anything to do with Z's death, then...

Her thoughts started to spiral, but then he spoke softly. "No."

She finally let herself breathe. Her whole body felt so heavy—just moving was exhausting. She gave up trying to resist and just let herself rest.

The next morning, she woke up with the feeling someone was watching her.

She opened her eyes and saw a stranger sitting there, staring right at her. Charles had been waiting for her to wake up for over an hour. The moment she opened her eyes, his whole face lit up. "Sis!"

Clara was about to respond when she heard footsteps at the door.

in, sat by her bed, and tried to feed

man was when Dylan leaned in, his voice low. "You were buried alive. He's the one who pulled you out. Says you

brushed her ear,

he really have to

their whispered exchange, rushed over and sat

worrying about you. And that weird guy kept blocking me from coming in. If it wasn't for

Dylan's hands, he reached out, trying to take over feeding Clara

bowl away and said, "Go do your sister a

sense wasting a willing helper, after

his eyes. When this guy was silent, he really did

his expression softened and he blinked at Dylan. "What

buried her alive. Can you

Clara thought. He'd

say anything, just glanced at the phone on the nightstand, stunned. How long had she been

remember the rehab center? That guy said he was connected to the Warren

everything, but he never forgot the

fingers paused, and something cold flashed in his

wanted to say more to Clara, but she suddenly

little

still so weak. I just want to

was talking, flashes of memory kept storming through her mind. It

sharp, she broke into a sweat in less

her close, and pressed a gentle

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