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,

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

got special treatment? That face of hers,

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. Their issues have nothing to do

close with Vivian. No one said anything else; they just headed

time, only four people were left at

"Eat something. Where do we go next? You seem to know your way

answer, just packed up their things, grabbed her bag too, and started

"Hey, what's going on

but she knew

gripping her stick tight. "I really

the fire and looked

"Why bother? 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

just nodded. "Alright, I'll

down and started tidying up the

him, feeling a twist of frustration at how calm he was. "Didn't

you be mad seeing

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

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

just stood