Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 760

Dylan's throat tightened, like he might cough up blood right then and there.

His phone buzzed. Clara's name lit up the screen.

He froze for half a second. That was her ringtone—the one he'd set just for her.

His heart squeezed. As he pressed the phone to his ear, it felt like the best sound in the world.

Clara was worried he'd heard the wrong news. Dylan's health was always shaky, and if he did something reckless in a panic... She couldn't risk it.

"I'm at the bottom of the hill. Did you hear anything?" Her voice was gentle, but she was clearly anxious.

"Yeah," he said, voice low, stepping into the helicopter. "Wait for me."

Clara finally let out a breath she'd been holding and stood quietly by her car.

The night air was cold, sending her hair flying around her face.

Her coat was long gone—ripped away by the old lady earlier—so she was left in just a thin shirt. She looked small and fragile standing there in the wind.

Charles, clueless as always, didn't even think to offer his jacket.

head and throwing worried glances at Clara every few seconds,

sound of helicopter blades

looked up as the helicopter landed

In seconds, he was in front of her,

he held her—the exhaustion, the worry, the relief. It was like he was carrying the

then stopped, letting her lashes fall as she let him hold her as long as

his chest had faded, and his voice came out hoarse.

own jacket and draped it over

cold, unreadable face. Anyone else would probably think he didn't have a single

gently cupping his face in

him

down a little,

thing. Even

the other

shattered in

hands

away, lost in his own

say something wrong? I

bit back his irritation and finally said, voice icy,

head, muttering to himself about how he hadn't said anything wrong and why Dylan had

Whatever.