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?"

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

the edge of the road, the

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

the weather lately. Don't get sick. Just

she suddenly remembered-it was part of a

the scarf, tossed it back into the car, then shrugged off her own jacket and draped it over Dylan's

else. She just turned, got back in the car,

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

it possible he'd

the car she was chasing was

standing at the foot of the massive

walkways. A few monks passed

took a deep, shaky breath.

had heard about the explosion, about the

his stubborn, solitary streak-would have chosen

hits

the car, rubbed her face, and

shot, her mind buzzing. Out of

The

a life like his... he's not