Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Clara glanced up at the sky, the last light fading. "Let's go."

They didn't stick to the main roads. Instead, the small group slipped through the Capital's back alleys, winding between shadows and silence.

Milo and Buddy moved ahead-one on each side-hugging the walls and sniffing every hidden corner. Clara always knew her dogs were smart, but tonight they seemed almost too clever, always finding the best cover and never making a sound, even when it felt perfectly safe.

Earlier, she'd let them sniff something of Aiden's. Now, Milo and Buddy were quietly leading the way, noses to the ground, focused and determined.

But they weren't heading toward the old manor like she expected. Instead, they veered away from the city lights, moving further out, toward quieter, emptier streets.

Clara frowned, leaning in to whisper to Kay, "If the old man wanted to punish someone, wouldn't locking them up at the manor be easier? No one would ever know. Why bring them all the way out here? Does the Ferguson family own another place out this way?"

In the darkness, Kay was practically invisible. If she didn't already know he was there, she might've lost track of him completely.

As usual, he said nothing.

Clara stopped walking. "Is this a setup for me?"

It made sense-using Aiden's location to draw her out. She couldn't get anywhere near Dylan; his security was impossible to break. So her only move was to go after Aiden, and the old man probably saw that coming from a mile away.

walking right into a trap, she had to see for

be many people with Aiden. The old

Charles knew how good she actually was. To everyone else, she was just some ordinary woman from a modest family -just another pretty face

underestimated her, the better her

Keeping Aiden away from the manor was probably to make sure Dylan didn't find out, especially since he'd been staying there the past

was only about an hour's walk. Milo

she spotted a cluster of villas-this wasn't the middle of nowhere. It was a wealthy neighborhood, filled with homes for the city's

Fergusons had a house here

air, then nudged Clara's leg before bolting ahead

villa. This one was locked down

head. Instantly, he sprang forward, barking loudly at

but not Milo. He barked at each guard, tail high, challenging

a few guards to break off, grumbling about

place was supposed to be quiet-Milo clearly

never saw it coming. Before they could even reach for their guns, Clara and Kay took them out, and Buddy tore into a couple of wrists, making sure

the bodies for keys and unlocked the

heavy, metallic scent of blood filled the

led down