Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 831

After Vivian finished talking, she seemed to lose all interest in everything around her. She pressed her hand to her wound, face pale as a ghost, like she might pass out any second.

The night fell quiet, almost unnaturally so. Clara leaned back against Dylan's leg, glancing up at him.

He just stared into the campfire, as if the flames were more interesting than anything—or anyone else.

Men are impossible to figure out, Clara thought. Their hearts are like locked boxes at the bottom of the ocean.

It wasn't until after eight the next morning that Clara woke up. Dylan was slumped against a stone wall, fast asleep. She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding, stood up, and stretched with a sigh.

Vivian's voice broke the silence. "Our helicopter will be here by noon. We'll need to find a clear spot soon. See you in North America." She glanced over at Dylan- he looked cold, even in his sleep.

"Clara," Vivian added, "when you get to North America, let's catch up."

Clara blinked. "How do you know I'm going there?"

Vivian grinned, tired but sly. "Because Dylan's going, and you like him now, don't you? Of course you'll follow. Listen-if you run into Louella, stay away from her. She's always telling all of us who like Norman that Mitch hangs around here, like it's some big secret. Truth is, she just wants us to walk right into trouble. She gets off on seeing everyone else miserable."

Louella was spoiled, mean, and never cared about anyone but herself.

Vivian, leaning on someone for support, limped off into the distance.

a few steps, then glanced back at Clara, something complicated flickering in her

of the guys nearby said, "Clara does kinda look like Louella,

"You remember why Louella always got special treatment? That face of hers, she

isn't ours to gossip about. Even if we can't stand Louella, when we see her back home, we'll still have to smile and play nice.

with Vivian. No one said anything else; they just

only four people were left

nudged Dylan awake. "Eat something. Where do we go next? You seem to know your way around-why

up their things,

after him. "Hey, what's going

watched them leave, wanting to follow, but she knew neither of them wanted

took a deep breath, gripping her stick tight. "I really don't get what he sees in someone like

out the fire and looked at her. "Should

Just to have him ignore me? Clara basically got the old lady killed, and Dylan doesn't even care. He only ever thinks about her. Whatever. I'm going to North America too. I need to see how those two end up, or I'll

nodded. "Alright, I'll go with

started tidying up

him, feeling a twist of frustration at how calm he

me? Shouldn't you be mad seeing me run after

After a moment, he said quietly, "I... don't really know what

at me was different. You say

He just stood there,