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.

sat by her bed, and tried to

so she opened her mouth and let him help. She was just about to ask who this other man was when Dylan leaned in, his voice low. "You were buried alive. He's the

her ear, making her squirm a

really have to get

over and sat

kept blocking me from coming

even closer, and when he spotted the bowl in Dylan's hands, he reached out, trying to take

Dylan quickly pulled the bowl away and said, "Go do your sister

wasting a willing helper,

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

his expression softened and he blinked at Dylan.

her

Clara thought. He'd just keep hovering here

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

he was connected to the Warren family in the

get everything, but he never forgot

and something

wanted to say more to Clara, but she suddenly buried her face in

just felt a little safer

still so weak. I just want

was talking, flashes of memory kept storming through her

pain was so sharp, she broke into

pressed a gentle kiss

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