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.

few steps, then glanced back at Clara, something complicated

of the guys nearby said, "Clara does kinda

why Louella always got special treatment? That face of hers, she looks just

to gossip about. Even if we can't stand Louella, when we see her back home,

America, close with Vivian. No one said anything else; they just headed toward the

people were

"Eat something. Where do we go next? You

answer, just packed up their things, grabbed

after him. "Hey, what's

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

"I really don't get what

looked at her.

got the old lady killed, and Dylan doesn't even care. He only ever thinks about her. Whatever. I'm going to North America

nodded. "Alright, I'll go

and started tidying up the rest

feeling a twist of frustration at how calm he

be mad seeing me run

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

chase after me that night? The way you looked at me was different. You say you don't know anger or jealousy- do you even know

He just stood