Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 766

He didn't say a word just reached over and gently mussed her hair.

Clara kept her eyes on the road, not even trying to dodge his touch.

The drive back was quiet, neither of them breaking the silence.

Halfway home, headlights flashed as a car suddenly sped past them from the other direction. Clara's lashes fluttered. She caught a glimpse a shadowy figure in the passenger seat, there and gone in a heartbeat.

She slammed on the brakes, her back pressed hard against the seat. The other car faded into the distance, but she couldn't shake the feeling-she knew what she'd seen.

That silhouette-it looked just like Z.

Her lips tightened. Instinctively, she dialed Aiden.

Glancing at Dylan, she said, "I need to take care of something. I'll have Aiden come pick you up. Just wait here for a bit, okay? I'll be home before ten, I promise."

Dylan didn't answer. The warmth in his eyes slowly disappeared.

Clara didn't notice. She shoved a jar into his hands, still scanning the road behind them. "Go on-get out. Aiden will be here in about an hour."

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. "Where are you going?"

dropped her gaze. "It's just something I have

standing at the edge of the road, the wind ruffling his

not liking the way she felt. She grabbed the scarf off the seat, hopped out, and quickly wrapped it around

under the weather lately. Don't

in place, she suddenly remembered-it was part of a couple's set she'd bought on

slowly unwrapped the scarf, tossed it back into the car, then shrugged off her own jacket and draped

anything else. She just turned, got

that explosion on the edge of the city, she'd been sure Z was gone. But that figure

possible he'd never died at

floored the gas, but the car she was

ended up back at the old temple, standing at the foot

Streetlights glowed along the walkways. A few monks passed by, their robes brushing

took a deep, shaky breath. Maybe she

the explosion, about the people who'd

stubborn, solitary streak-would have chosen to

dull ache filled her chest. Maybe that's just how it is-grief only really hits when you let

back to the car, rubbed her face,

nerves were shot, her mind buzzing. Out of nowhere, a conversation replayed

him gone. The cleaner the break,

life like his... he's not good enough for