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?"

inside her. She dropped her gaze. "It's

of the road, the wind ruffling

liking the way she felt. She grabbed the scarf off the seat, hopped out, and quickly wrapped it

been feeling under the weather lately. Don't get sick. Just wear

she tucked the scarf in place, she suddenly remembered-it was part of a couple's set she'd bought on a whim. The

it back into the car, then shrugged off her own jacket and draped it over

didn't say anything else. She just turned, got

edge of the city, she'd been sure Z was

he'd

gas, but the car she was chasing was long

back at the old temple, standing at the foot of the

under renovation. Streetlights glowed along the walkways. A few

breath. Maybe she was losing her

about the people who'd died in

who besides Z―with his stubborn, solitary streak-would have chosen to live

hits when you let yourself fall intò old memories. Then it all rusbes in at

car, rubbed her face,

her mind buzzing. Out of nowhere, a conversation replayed in

The cleaner the break, the

life like his... he's not